Eternal sands

On a beautiful day in the dunes – only the softest breeze rustling through the beach grasses – a sweet soul noticed a seagull lying on a hill. No clue as to how she had met her death. Four hands digging and then, a shallow grave. Softly I lifted her feathered body off the ground and laid her down. A blanket of white sand to protect her, is all there is to give.

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