In waters clear, in a bright and bonny sea, came a seahorse father of cheery apple green hue. He glided there so at home in the waving brine, carrying the spirit of an entire ocean with such graceful ease, as if his watery universe was kept safe in that proud chest.
To the eye of the seahorse in the warming current, the coral is the ever-beautiful, ever-evolving, nature's photograph.
In the playground of the universe the seahorse is joy sewn into matter. She curls her tail about the coral as a newborn curls their fingers around the mother's pinky. Her eyes are lamps as her neck arches and fins flutter in the steady current of the sea.
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