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Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer in the hills and highlands. I fall asleep in hospital parking lots, and awake in your mouth. Hello Seattle, I am a manta-ray, deep beneath the blue waves. I'll crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound, and construct my summer home. Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon, shining down on your face. I will disguise myself as a sleeping pill, and descend inside of you. Hello Seattle, I am a cold seahorse, feeling warm in your sand. I sing about the tide and the ocean surf, rolling in the evening breeze.