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Red the ant crawls over and under dry oak leaves. Get out of this mid-August sun bath. Maybe if he can consume some juicy water or green Sweeter leaf, he can save his soul for another rotation of this old Earth.

Blue the whale swims around a rocky outcrop just south of Puget sound. She thought she had heard or smelt a beautiful big school of krill. There is a lot of blue and a lot of empty salty waters. She thinks, 'I'll bob and weave another 50 miles maybe. Tomorrow is another day...'

My name is Mike... Hi...

You can say I'm Irish, but my lineage has tootled about south of the Isles darn near Gaulland and the Iberian ports, or whatever they calls them round these times.

I hear they think I'm quirky. Well... I am just a fish...

Red and his kin have been round Atlanta and James' Town for long.

Blue has been round Tierra del fuego a few times. Her fam has been around for ever. Darn near the whole globe. - One Ocean - One Land - Native - Indigenous - Home and Safe and Alone -

Chapter 2

"All this awkward violence is not for me," I say. I take you back to my view of the recents past and futura. Little dark now, but I know a short cut to a dawn view of this here Jurisdiction for Fishes and Liquid Life... Oh , bother me , my apologies for prattling on.. and heere we go, here it is, little better view of the lands and forms of function routinely fully rotational. Look: a rocky shore bit 40 feet above the rest, and a grassy hill, fisher huts, windy mud paths towards the stores and city folk.

Some say I am a food, but I am much more: a friend, someone's family, a delicious full course meal, an Eskimo, a chocolate fondue set, a mathmatical set of molecular phenomena... my word and kind deeds -

Oh wait, sorry, I was too distracted. We carry on. So to get you better understanding, I should take you to my home. It takes one year to get there, then we must leave again soon's we do.

What will you have of that?

Red scrapes along the 110 degree sidewalk.

Blue dives 90 meters down, 3 miles off the Oregon shore . . .   .

10 minutes left to live?   O K , we can do this .

Holds him Home on a Red Bed

Blue wakes like a summer whale. Whaling about the light frothy waves and thick shadow of the Deep, they and Blue begin to seem the infinite notion of becoming.... A most distant Light reaches thru Our Eyes . . .   .