An Evening Flight Herring Gull Some believed they were eternal

Some believed they were eternal soulmates

As it perched

the Heron takes a moment to revel in its surroundings

These unassuming tufts of feathers are the keys to unlocking a realm of sensory perception that few outsiders truly know

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An Evening Flight Herring Gull Some believed they were eternalMigration was hereand before the winds carried it away, the Great Egret let its wing graze the surface of the water that had sheltered it through the seasons. The faint ripple it left behind was a memory in motionof patient hunts among the reeds, of moonlit nights standing beneath the stars, of quiet existence with the marsh itself. It was a farewell, not rushed or sorrowful, but full of gratitude for everything the water had given. Photograph by