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| In Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Richard Bach wrote about a gull that "... was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all." |
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| I watched a flock of gulls dashing and darting at the outflow of an open watergate, feeding on something in the roiling water. |
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| I couldn't make out what is was -- looked wormy. |
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| But check out the flashy flying! |
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| Made me think of J. L. Seagull. |
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| Click to enlarge. |
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