coelacanth

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Sometimes I remember the sheer scale of evolutionary alterations that coelacanths have muscled their way through

the weight of eons of change and incremental improvement on a cellular level that have been concealed under, to what our eyes, an ossified limb configuration that’s remained stagnant in its antiquity.

So I can seek comfort in my own improvements, even if nothing hints to it from the outside

You owe no one the proof of your progress

just a lil pokin around post to boost both the poetry sideblog (the tag for my writing is mia writes poetry) as well as the print that ended up being made about it