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With Whales Whale Heat for Scott McVay Whales dive into frigid waters, float far beneath the swells, their great hearts fueling the heat of their flesh as they drift among luminous bottom fish. In the dark night of the oceans, in the millions of years before we were there to hear them, whale songs lit the Earth with echoes, arced between the stars. When whalers rip their bellies and drag their gutted bodies through cold seas, whales are caves hoarding sun, for even after death the heat of their decay seethes in their bones. |
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