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In waters clear, in a bright and bonny sea, came a seahorse father of cheery apple green hue. He glided there so at home in the waving brine, carrying the spirit of an entire ocean with such graceful ease, as if his watery universe was kept safe in that proud chest.

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The seahorses bounce in bonny symphony amid the ocean current.

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In gentle currents the seahorse flutters as land-born petals in summer breeze.

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To the eye of the seahorse in the warming current, the coral is the ever-beautiful, ever-evolving, nature's photograph.

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If the seahorse could see herself, she'd see how she is part of creation's rich tapestry.

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In the playground of the universe the seahorse is joy sewn into matter. She curls her tail about the coral as a newborn curls their fingers around the mother's pinky. Her eyes are lamps as her neck arches and fins flutter in the steady current of the sea.