She dreams at night of dolphins dancing;
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frolicing on white-surf foam in vast turquoise oceans,
playfully singing serene melodies, gentle wisdom brooding
in dark shining eyes. Their gaze beckons to hers. Childhood
memories spring forth, sailing adrift on her father's sail
boat in fresh water lakes near Charlevoix and Traverse City
Michigan. Wide brown eyes of a six-year-old eagerly scan the
watery currents for signs of mermaids.
"Not to worry." Father's voice reassures over her shoulder.
"They're probably busy rescuing sailors from drowning in Davey
Jones's locker. But if you keep your eyes open, you might
catch a glimpse of one someday."
"Do they turn into dolphins too? Like in that one story you
"Dunno, could be. The sea's a strange place, it holds a lot of
The little girl watches and waits. To this day, she's never
stopped wondering, every time her dark eyes glimpse the depths
of Mother Earth's lifeblood. Never stopped hoping, deep down
in her heart, eyes wide open, just in case.