“ A moment later Jonathan’s body wavered in the air, shimmering, and began to go transparent. “Don’t let them spread silly rumors about me, or make me a god. O.K., Fletch? I’m a seagull. I like to fly, maybe…” “
from Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach
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my work here is done
sodding typical
shutter
Patrice at 64
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