On the road close to my home a pigeon has been smeared over literally a dozen meters of asphalt. Somewhere further along the same street a little boy sits in his grandmother's lap, his blue plastic tricycle parked next to the bench. They're watching the traffic go by, just like I am watching people walking their dogs, pushing baby carriages.
A young woman, beads braided into her hair, sits legs akimbo on the little pier, showing her toddler how to feed the ducks and seagulls. She calls out to a large black dog to stay close.
The seagulls only move in on the bread when the woman, the toddler and their black dog leave.
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