To the real Jonathan Seagull, who lives within us all. Part One It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea. A mile from shore a fishing…
1. THOU ART AN EAGLEThou art an eagle,thou doest belong tothe sky and not to theearth, stretch forththy wings and fly. — Paul H Dunn Be like the bird in flight . . . pausing…