Resting on a dune in the sand, watching balloons escape from children's chubby little hands to fly higher and then still higher into the brilliance of the blue skies, like a bubbly balloon, a bluebird, a high-flying kid's kite, or a small private jet plane, a hurling whirling helicopter, a flock of angelic white seagulls swarming, landing on sands and being fed bread crumbs as their numbers increase and health and food come to them as a gift from The Lord.
A binding force of greatness and goodness that brings them happiness as their fine feathers become whiter and whiter with every bit of kindness given to them as manna of cream and white wafers, humans showing them generosity and kindness.
Watching these great white flocks of beautiful birds like bold eagles spreading their large arms in a wingspan and freely flying over liquid lake water, far away to another destination that provides them again with free manna falling like chocolate cakes from rainclouds in spoons of cake batter instead of rain.
Receiving postcards in the mail from seagulls who have traveled to China, Mexico, Canada, and back, decorated postcards coming in the mail of beautiful images of the scenery seen by these seagulls on their far away trips, without the use of airplanes, seagulls hovering over mountains in Tennessee, sliding like pelicans down the snow caps of the Appalachians and hiking with hiking poles back up to the places of their nests built atop the snowy mountains' crests.
These seagulls having a passport with stamps of embossment of all the countries in the world, having traveled to over one hundred different locations, on summer, autumn and winter vacations.
Being a Jonathan Livingston Seagull, a seagull who is the author of his own book, a seagull who travels around the world with a stamp of pride on his passport, a postcard of a picture of smiles hung on the wall of the travelers this seagull has met, exchanging with him a positive countenance.
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