Why is it that when I see a young seagull rolling down a roof,
I have this urge to write about a young seagull rolling down a roof,
even though I don’t care about a young seagull rolling down a roof?
But before I could find a good reason—any reason—after a brief
tussle in the gutter, the young seagull flew away crying, unscathed
and unaware.

intriguing
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There’s plenty more where that came from 😉
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oh let me
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Enjoy 🙂 https://maciejmodzelewski.com/
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