In the midst of December, I decided to go for a little swim in the North Sea. I headed to the grey sanded beach, the sky and sea equally monochrome.
In the water, a young seal looked at me, his bright black eyes wide open and inquisitive. I marvelled at his shape, his oblong body and small head, his dainty flippers and tail.Merely looking at him, I felt the warmth that made him opt for spending months on end here, immobile, without ever feeling cold.
Half dazed, while slowly moving about in the water, it struck me: I am a seal.
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