We walked down to the beach.
A dozen whales lay out of the water.
The carrion birds told us
they were not alive.
The sadness of it all
unlocked something inside us.
We were only four in number.
We walked into the surf.
We unzipped our skins.
We swam out of the bay as whales.
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