A shimmer on the waves, a hint of splash, a split second glance before a daughter of the sea vanishes – back to the deep.  That’s the song this fibre sung to me as she became.  Shifting greens and turquoises speak of transient beauty and translucent scales – the sirens of the depths that seduced many a sailor.

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