Mixed with yellow and black, the wrinkles of the white sand stretch out in the desert of the low tide, veiled with your long wings. You are probably looking for mussels, a crust of bread or forgotten French fries, but I like to imagine you’re philosophizing about your destiny.
* published a first time in April 2018, reviewed and modified in April 2019
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Our gulls prefer to snatch French fries 🙂