| This morning the light touches keep on multiplying, the subtle
movements outside that shift the shapes inside of him. |
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The manic smile of the teenager as he walks onto the bus, the teeth
gleaming, the shadowy eyes fixed on him. (Did he just make a certain hand gesture? One not
entirely unknown?) |
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Carlos is fixed on the hand, the fingers outstretched, the gentle
trembling, the movement upwards, towards the window, the sky... |
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UAAKKK!!! The sound outside! The
seagull. Now he knows. He must follow. |
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He leaves the bus in a hurry, without looking back. The bird is
already moving westward, following the general path of the boulevard. |
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| It's a long walk down Geary, but for once, the hint is
clear and his attention is undivided. (Was there a woman in that window waving at him?) |
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Sometimes the seagull is lost, over buildings, behind
trees, over the roofs of houses, but ultimately he now knows where he's going. Seagulls
have only one place to go. |
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