The call of the sea at a distance, rising, an energy that all speakers enter if they wish their voices to carry far. When the calls are silent, and the ice is gently mewing, the gulls are, naturally enough still. In this way, we make ourselves into air and are carried on the wind.

Gulls on Okanagan Lake During Mid-winter Breakup

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