grrr...one more hr!!! So. It had to happen. The crab crawling beneath the pure water didn't know what struggle meant. It lived. In pure water. That erupted out of the wet land in some remote part of the world. Nevertheless it was beautiful. The maroon crab- every morning it crawled out to swim in the chilled, pure water. One fine morning it got that feel- how would it be to go out of this water and see- what is that thing far away that looks like a heap of garbage? How would it be to get out of my peripheri once and swim across? What if someone catches me- there's no Chinese restaurant here, I'm safe. Yeah, I'll swim across. Of course, grass on the other side was always greener.