Long ago I dreamed I was a reptilian woman a million years from now. My mate and I were archeologists; we dug all over the western coasts, arguing endlessly about the ancient humans and how they died out--or killed each other off. I've told that story, in Artifact.

This is a happier postscript to that bittersweet dream. Because while we dug proof of the ancient tragedy out of the beach-sand, our egg-daughter, splashing in the tidepools, didn't give a damn. Because the waves crash now, and now is sweet.

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