WORDS BY MEGAN THOMAS
IMAGES BY PAIGE BOWERS
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WATCHING THEM AS THEY CROSSED THE BRIDGE was like nothing I had ever seen before.
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It’s like they had been holding their breath all their lives until they crossed that rickety bridge. On
the other side of that bridge was the only air their lungs accepted, the air forever tainted with salt.
They were hibernating humans if that was ever a thing. They went around day after day trying,
incessantly trying, to commit to this life away from their sandy beds and salty hair.
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But it never quite worked.