On Sunday mornings as the dawn burned into day swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash hovering and dropping in the cold clear light.

On Sunday mornings as the dawn burned into day swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash hovering and dropping in the cold clear light.
Edward Conlon

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On Sunday mornings as the dawn burned into day swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash hovering and dropping in the cold clear light. Edward Conlon

On Sunday mornings as the dawn burned into day swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash hovering and dropping in the cold clear light.
Edward Conlon