Hatchlings

The ground churned as the last of the hatchlings scurried past his boots, joining the waiting giants. Clinton lowered his camera, breath caught in his throat. Together, the swarm of infants and their parents turned as one, moving back toward the forest. The sight was mesmerizing, a living river flowing toward the swamp’s shadows. Ben swallowed hard. He would never forget this moment. And he knew no one would believe it without proof.
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