“Every year, my instinctual drive compels me to travel to a beach, find a sandy spot with the right moisture, then spend several hours birthing a clutch of leathery eggs from my cloaca, after which I’ll bury them, never to return to see my children’s arduous journey to the waves.”
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u/Ikasatu Jul 31 '26
“Every year, my instinctual drive compels me to travel to a beach, find a sandy spot with the right moisture, then spend several hours birthing a clutch of leathery eggs from my cloaca, after which I’ll bury them, never to return to see my children’s arduous journey to the waves.”