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In the crystal waters of this Mediterranean cove there are blue fish that swim as one choreographed shoal, each finned dancer in perfect synchrony.

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The shoal turn in perfect unison reflecting the light as if their scales were an antique mirror.

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The shoal become a river of colour amid the brine, as if they are the performers upon this expansive aquatic stage.

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The shoal are a calm river until a predator comes, and then they are a million shapes and none, a defined storm that is all the world to them.