When I saw the feather stuck on my sneaker, I got a bit of a Cinderella feeling. A glass slipper of sorts. The kind of glass slipper I would have.
When the breeze moved the feather and the wind chime, I saw the creative potential in it. Creativity, my kind of Prince Charming.
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I love this. I get “messages” from down feathers all the time
I would feel giddy too.