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The Harvest

Flocks of razor-beaked gulls skim the beach. It is the birthing time. Baby turtles flap flippers as they try to swim on sand. The sun glares and pins - down this struggle for life with a burning indifference, as hunger fulfills its promise.

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Date: 9/10/2023 9:10:00 AM
It is sad that so few turtles make it to adulthood but if they all made it I guess there would be an overflow of them in the future. Thanks for sharing this nature lover's dream. Sara
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Eric Ashford
Date: 9/10/2023 9:21:00 AM
Thank you for this thoughtful response Sara, much obliged to you. Best E

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