seamonster

The ghosts hypnotise me.  (They are birds really. Gulls)

About 4am, almost without fail, the ghosts dance.

(My roof is high out of sight of the streetlights, but the gulls are lit from below by them, and it makes them glow against the sky.)

A secret moment, the ghosts dance just for me.

AAAAH!
FUCK!
Dave?
Who the fuck are you?
What?  Oh, right, sorry…

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