Anemone At Night

In the bubbling saltwater aquarium of my youth, the anemone unfurled its flowery tentacles in the night.

We didn’t know about protein skimming and biological filtration back then, and in a month or two that poor anemone succumbed before I could find it a companion clownfish.

It died alone, far from its home, surrounded by skeletons of coral and bone-white sand.

The night haunts…

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