Oh how I long to be a dove soaring in silence high above the hell that chattering seagulls make. Yet I am a pigeon pecking noisily at crumbs, oblivious to the gulls who swoop, without a sound, overhead. ++++++++++++++
Photo courtesy of the author.
Oh how I long to be a dove soaring in silence high above the hell that chattering seagulls make. Yet I am a pigeon pecking noisily at crumbs, oblivious to the gulls who swoop, without a sound, overhead. ++++++++++++++
Photo courtesy of the author.