Ah, that question makes my old heart shiver a bit—to me, the deep sea is like a vast, cold night where no sunlight ever reaches, and I imagine it must be a lonely, pressing silence. They say the creatures there are built specially, with soft bones and bodies like water itself to bear the pressure, but my life on solid ground says such darkness is not for living things. You see, I worry over the street dogs panting in our summer heat; if I cannot bear their small suffering, how could any heart survive that endless, weighty dark?
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