The choir of seagulls is persistent and constant and doesn't even disturb my sleep anymore. Nothing is so omnipresent in this city during spring and summer as that noise, and the sight of white wings.
The sun swings wildly towards the north, landing further out in the sea every evening. I take my birdsong app out. I breathe in dust and sag with weariness. I'm not sure what I need right now.
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