![]() ![]() ![]() What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid. ![]() He learned to ride the high winds far inland, to dine there on delicate insects. With the same inner control, he flew through heavy sea-fogs and climbed above them into dazzling clear skies in the very times when every other gull stood on the ground, knowing nothing but mist and rain. He learned to sleep in the air, setting a course at night across the offshore wind, covering a hundred miles from sunset to sunrise. He learned that a streamlined high-speed dive could bring him to find the rare and tasty fish that schooled ten feet below the surface of the ocean: he no longer needed fishing boats and stale bread for survival. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them they refused to open their eyes and see. Jonathan Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. ![]()
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