I was sitting on my board in still waters. I looked down to see clumps of dark seaweed through the gray water. With slight panic I wondered, 'Is that a stingray?' When with quiet grace you came floating by along the ocean floor, first your dish plate body and then your thin tail. After my pause of awe, I began to slap the water trying to get you to scoot away. That was rude of me. You were just chilling, enjoying your Sunday morning. The ocean is your home and I am but a guest. I've probably got another sting coming my way.
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