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My son, he lives within the sea. The water beckons him ahead. His spirit dances away from me. I watch the water hug his knee as foam leaps around his tread. My son, he lives within the sea. Delighted squeals and cries of glee— Only the tide knows what he said. His spirit dances away from me. His wet, blond hair is all I see. Then ocean spray blankets his head. My son, he lives within the sea. The waves will not hear my plea; she offers condolences instead. His spirit dances away from me. He drifts away, finally free. I will not trust that he is dead. My son, he lives within the sea; His spirit dances away from me.

Juniper covered her window with the purple curtains when she heard the sirens begin. The wailing happened so frequently now that she no longer cared to get what little glimpses she could of the threat. It wasn’t yet time for bed, but it would be soon. Juniper hoped the sirens would stop by then, but knew better than to count on peace. She climbed back into her bed, letting her nightgown drape over her legs as she tucked her knees against her chest. It was dark in her room, but Juniper did that on purpose. She would be brave, unlike her younger brother, Aspen. He never turned off his light, though Juniper couldn’t critique him to