7:00 am seagull

7:00 am.  The biting wind disappeared. The vacant lot, the road, the sidewalk disappears under snow. All I hear is the cry of seagulls through a soft misty sky. And all I hear is the clink of the shovel scraping on the pavement as it bites through the snow. 


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