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 News had just come over that she had died. Glancing to my right, a kaladescope of seagulls flying in circles around a little girl. then orange umbrellas up the beach the ocean glistening blue. I thought of her and looked again seagulls no longer flying but all landed sitting still in a random circular pattern. The thought of her was replaced by the shimmering ocean. |
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