The Boy who Circled Time
The baby penguins, too small to waddle on their own, too small to swim in the sea and flop about on the ice, stayed with their parents, merrily being carried on the claws of their waddling fathers and mothers, clinging onto all of them, hiding away within the folds of their feathers and keeping warm, the baby's downy wisps not enough yet to survive the harsh climate and environment.
The penguins kissed each other with their beaks, pressing their faces against each other, making clicking and tooting noises to speak and communicate, words of love spoken in languages that she could never understand, leaving her only to rewind the tape, over and over again, to try and listen to their speeches an
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