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Sunday, March 31, 2013



       The gulls were flying over the town here about 4:30 AM and later. I took a boat one time
way out in Lake Nippissing, and I saw where they sleep. Literally thousands of them
sleep on the same smallish island, basically just a dome of rock extending up over the water.
I guess gulls don't need much privacy.
        I was thinking of a song I heard years ago when I was living in a driftwood hut
on a peninsula extending out into the sea from the Island of Formentera, Spain.
It's a smaller island 5-10 miles off the more popular, Ibiza.
        I'm going to see right now if I can find the song and attach it to this blog.