Refugees

Tiny hermit crabs scatter.

They sense the heaviness of my footsteps. Legs working furiously. A rush to protection.

I rinse my feet of the beach's grainy sand, the consistency of good Dijon mustard.

I am Goliath. Meteors rain down and the crabs carry their homes to the freedom of the neighboring jungle.

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