The gull—older now, a little ragged around the wing—settled on Lark’s shoulder as if to say thank you. The fox curled at its feet. The chicks, grown enough to chase tide pools, shouted with the fullness of new life.
The gull—older now, a little ragged around the wing—settled on Lark’s shoulder as if to say thank you. The fox curled at its feet. The chicks, grown enough to chase tide pools, shouted with the fullness of new life.
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