My fondest memory of seagulls is sitting in a chair, reading, on the beach
at Cumberland Island, with not a soul anywhere for miles and miles, but
surrounded by a hundred or so seagulls.




Victor Johnson
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"Just beyond the morning falls the river of your dreams,
Escaping from the day these wild creatures run away."
                                                            Victor Johnson

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