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Artists and poets make her a mirror for migration and the modern sorrow of movement. In paintings she is rendered mid-leap, hooves poised above a churning seam where sea and sky seam together; poets give her voices that sound like sonar and lullaby. There is political currency here too. When borders are drawn and redrawn on maps, when entire populations become transients, FlutterMare is invoked as emblem—neither a savior nor a villain but a truth: people will always navigate between anchors and open water, between promise and peril. She becomes a gentle indictment of any system that forgets the dignity of motion.