The shell had grown too small to keep the solitary crab comfortable, as with the changing of the moon and the tides the hermit had grown restless among the sands, and the sea. As it was like unto the changing of the seasons a new chapter was beginning and so he set out over the dunes, and the farthest horizon. He passed briefly along the shoals, underwater he was in a whole other world. The water moved about him in a strange, mesmerizing way the sense of immense pressure and of calmness... while the corals teemed with color and multitudes of life.

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