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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