Takes One to Know One
August 28th 2008 The gulls that were lined up so prettily along the break water when I went to bed kept me up late into the night. First one would start squawking, then screeching, inciting others to join in until they reached such an unearthly crescendo you would think every monster on earth was crawling out of his cave to get them. Then, as quickly as they started, they all quieted down with a disgruntled squawk
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