Day One Hundred Sixty-Six

What if you were a seagull?  Hated by some, never quite feeling wanted, often overlooked for your service. Constantly tempted by passersby to overindulge in their junk food, most days finding your feast in the garbage. Yet perfectly capable of riding the wind and spending a lazy glorious day at the beach.  What if?

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