A seagull’s view on a day of remembrance
On this sad day of remembrance, I wonder what the seagull recalls from these same crystal blue skies.
Does the sorrow of smoking towers burn her eyes?
[Daily post 057 of 260 in my year-long challenge.] ♨
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