It was a sleepy afternoon on Oyster Bay; hot sunshine, warmed rocks, no wind, nothing happening. A lone gull stood on a rock, watching the wavelets inch up the slope.
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| Sun on his back. |
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| Sun on his feet. |
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| Sun on his breast. |
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| Yawn. |
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Era una tarde soñolienta en Oyster Bay. Sol brillante, rocas recalentadas, nada de viento, nada pasaba. Una gaviota solitaria se asoleaba en las rocas, mirando las onditas que avanzaban y retrodecían en la playa.
- Tostándose la espalda.
- Ahora los pies.
- Y la pechuga.
- Un gran bostezo.
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