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On the rooftop of our house there is a baby Seagull who can fly, but not good enough yet to discover the Sea, where he belongs.
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While the baby Seagull was calling his parents for food, two well-known stray Cats were resting on the garden wall, as they do every afternoon, after 4 P. M.
I do love these charming habitués: it is always a pleusure for me to see them when I come back home. They are daily fed by a kind neighbour in his sixties who loves cats and gardening very much.
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(C) Vera da Pozzo
(C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living
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