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In the quiet peace of the early morning, I enjoy my coffee in the serenity of my office, gazing across the glimmering lake that paints an enchanting backdrop of our home. I feel blessed every time I inhale the view beyond the window at my desk. My eyes fall upon a sweet scene unfolding on the canvas of nature – a stately turtle, presumably a mother, buoyed by the gentle waves, with two pint-sized replicas at her side. It softens my heart as I watch them, witnessing the unspoken bond of maternal love that transcends species.
As if tethered by invisible threads of affection, the little ones linger close to their momma, appearing as if they are giving her kisses. Over time, they find the courage to venture further from her, bobbing and weaving through the water, their tiny bodies skimming the surface. My heart goes out to her, for I can only speculate the emotions of a mother in the wild, as she embarks on the journey of surrendering her offspring to nature’s grand design. Does it hurt her heart as they pull away?
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