Painting Sea Life With Words
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I sat at a café in Monterrey while watching the playful sea otters break clams with rocks on their bellies while frolicking amongst the undulating kelp fronds. Then, I took a drink of luscious red wine, swirled it around to savor it, looked out again, and it seemed they were waving at me, or at least looking at me, so I waved back. Who cares if people were watching me. They didn’t understand.
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