Today, I thought about my Grandad. How he would probably be proud of me now. After all of these years. Finally. A real man. Not a real man, of course, not by a long way, but at least I work with my hands, I get dirty, and I do long hours.
Today, I saw one seagull at dawn. I thought it was going to be a One Seagull Day , but I was wrong. Twenty minutes later I was looking out, and twenty seagulls flew over in a V. Filling my head with.
Wondersky. And memories of the sea. And my past in front of me. And poetry.
I cried, and the seagulls cried back at me.
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