Every winter, the bay swells, encroaching the hardened woodlands with brine. Torrents shake the trees like chimes, light against dull winds: a promise, of rising waters and growing rivers. In spring, we feed our nets full of fine fish, ocean bounty trapped in the lingering pools of dead streams.
But this pool has no fish. Usually brimmed with panicked, drying scales, this water is still. Still, with only sweet singing.
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