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  • When I was young we visited Nova Scotia, staying with relatives whose home was on a cliff overlooking the Bay of Fundy. We would stand in the tall grass surround by Indian Paint Brush wildflowers and chewing on wild Caraway seeds. The wind whipped our faces as we looked out over the white capped sea and just then, without warning, a seagull would pop up. We watched the birds and learned that animals do things just for fun too! The seagulls would crusie low over the black stone beach, catch a thermal air current and pop straight up like a poptart from toaster. They would ride as high as the current would take them and then swoop away to return to the beach and repeat the process....for hours.
    This summer I watched this seagull gliding over Rye Harbor in New Hampshire and swooping over the fishing boats on white capped waves. Moments later the childhood memory popped up, as if from a toaster.
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