Seagull, you fly.


Sea shore with gulls reflections.

Memories of many flights linger. Of gliding through salt water mists and sprays. 90 degree dives, the impacts, the chills. How sardines danced on this beak.

A dead gull on the shore.
A dead gull on the shore.

空を翔んだ記憶が波音のなかに消えてしまうまでもう少し時間がある。

A dead gull on the shore.

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