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the pair combed through the beach, heads down. ava heard her name and paused, a strand of kelp hung loose from her jaws. 

seal’s paws moved in a mesmerizing motion; the visual pattern remaining in little repetitions long after her arm lowered. ava had seen this before — in towhee — and her skull tipped quizzically to the side, as if questioning.