It's not yet dark, and there isn't a whole lot going on. the color wheel cursor is spinning and spinning and then it turns into a black watch and then back into a color wheel. This morning I'd watched giant sea turtles migrate on to costarica's pacific shore. Each liad 100 eggs, each egg gobbled up by seabirds. Soon Koaatis (rat like racoons) are on the scene doing the same.
The color wheel keeps spinning.
Two crocodiles are mating in the river, the national geographic has arranged for some strange jazz arrangement as a backing track.
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