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We moved indoors to protect ourselves from an inescapable truth. But that doesn’t stop the sea from rising. It permeates everything, engulfs us. That crackling sound is the snapping shrimp, and the grunting is fish. They have always been here, but now the Corniche is their space, no longer ours. Humans aren’t gone. But we have moved, inland and up into the sky, higher and higher, away from the rising tides. Listen. This is our future.
