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| I am a Selkie, a changeling woman. |
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| You may capture me, but I will always long for something, |
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| Something cold and salty and feral. |
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| I will stay for loyalty, for my half selkie children |
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| Until I can bear it no more and slip my seal skin back on |
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| and slide back into the dark sea. |
