Seagulls, the gliders
A friend of mine is making works of art with birds hang gliding, a redundancy and that is her point, but today I was watching a bunch of Seagulls ah yes they are the original gliders, no hanging necessary.
The wind blowing in my face blinding me to tears, the wind blowing in their faces only to provide invisible means of support that make them float like they are standing still in midair, mid-motion, mid-flight.
A piece of Pizza is floating with them, acquired by one and lost while they all claim it, retrieve it, lose it, float it and then disappear in a gaggle behind the building still doing their aerial dance for food and dominance.
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