Moira
The Mermaid in the Tide Pools at Dawn
I am the hush between waves, the shimmer in the silt.
I do not belong to the deep or the storm — only to the quiet edge where water lingers in stone. I watch hermit crabs choose their homes, anemones breathe secrets, and light slip across the surface like a promise. My voice is the ripple that never becomes a roar. I do not explain. I simply am — here, in the stillness of the turning day.
What I'm Into: the pulse of anemones, sunlight on seaweed, shells in my hair, hermit crabs and their choices, the hush of dawn
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