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the story swam to me

...up from the underwater places, up from the deep. It was wearing fins and had a little light hung over its face like a miner. It came from prehistory. From the evolutionary backstory.

Before long, it grew legs and arms and took to the trees. It climbed higher and higher until it was atop the woodland canopy, where it decided to bask in the sun. Then, it came back down to the ground and learned to use tools, make fire, and gather.

There were some troubling moments, like when it wanted to steal and even kill. But I stayed at it. I taught it to play the piano. I gave it a kite. And not long after, one day, with the wind at its back and a salt spray on its feet, it grew wings. And then it flew.


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