"Look, Mom."
"I see it, Honey."
"Is it dead?"
"Yes, sweetheart."
"That's so sad. I feel bad for it."
"I know. Me too."
"Do you think we should bury it?"
"No, the ocean will take care of it. When the tide comes up at night while you are sleeping, the wave will take it back to the sea where it is meant to go."
"Are you sure it's dead?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"I am gonna say a prayer for it."
"I am gonna say a prayer for it."
Sealed with a Kiss, Kirsten
S.W.A.K.
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