Gull in Literature

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“Midnight.  Light rain falling.  A few minutes ago a gull settled on the telephone post, folded his wings and simply sat there gazing this direction.  He knew I was here behind the glass.  Couldn’t guess what he wanted, but something.  He turned around after settling, opened his beak and spoke, then flew across to the window ledge & gobbled up a snail…” – Evan S. Connell, Diary of a Rapist


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