What does Harlow dream about when her head hits the pillow at night? Does she dream of little baby fish, trying to snatch a bite?
And about those little fishies that are swimming in the sea, do they dream of what it would be like to live on land with you and me?
Does the land even know that we exist? Can it feel us in its hand? Do mountains that have stood forever miss their old dinosaur friends?
When these mountains fall and crumble, what noises do they make? Do they scream ‘Aaaaarrrrghhh help I’m falling!’ or do they simply laugh and shake?
And when the mountains which turns to boulders which turns to rocks which turns to sand, finally end up at the beach do they go surfing and get a tan?
Does the sand on the beach get ticklish when it squishes between our toes? Would …
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