At times Nature can seem cruel, but what we perceive as savagery is really just the deep rumble of a great clock going round. The sea turtles erupt from the sand and thrash their way awkwardly down the dunes to the ocean. I suspect the strongest make it before the birds come, and this means 
that the species is given the best chance to live on. The turtles and birds have reached a kind of terrible balance, there on the coastline, and somewhere a vast ledger is writ as the earth does her infinite sums. In truth the turtles will face their greatest threat out in the open sea from our blanketing nets and endless hunger as we too will play our part. In the wee hours if you wake, you may hear the far off sibilant hiss of the turtles on the sand, the cries of the wheeling birds above and the grinding sound of Brobdingnagian gears moving life forward, into the rising sun.
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