Past the Shallows
‘Out past the shallows, past the sandy-bottomed bays, comes the dark water – black and cold and roaring.’
‘Out past the shallows, past the sandy-bottomed bays, comes the dark water – black and cold and roaring.’
Hurrying. Scurrying. Always moving. Always busy. Always looking for a meal. Platypus is perpetual motion – never still.