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Seagulls |
| My mind has wanderlust today to go off into the unknown and to see what lies behind each bend of road, each crest of wave. Fresh rain falls, purifies, protects in see through curtain. I greet thee rain. You have always been my friend. You laugh and cry and smile sadly sometimes, at the passing of the lighthouse, far out in the bay, last reminder of the shore. Seagulls are a tenuous link and when you can't see seagulls anymore you know the journey really has begun. Now, there's nothing to be gained by turning back. So close your eyes my sweet and feel the gentle rocking of the waves - Hear windward rushing, the spray's swift salty touch upon your face and steer your mind away from murdering cannibals who might or might not wait for you at journey's end.
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© SFX 1994
