Somehow, I always feel I'm on the right track when I find a feather. Maybe, I overdosed on Hildegard or Julian of Norwich. Anyway, together was a two feather day. Plus lots of plastic trash picked up in an area of almost divine beauty. Yes, I know that much of what I grab is not really recycled. Still, it is not blowing into the Atlantic right now anyway.
Because I saw a grade B movie in Jonesboro, Ga when I was 9,The Black Hand has always represented to me a misuse of power. How can any hands heave plastic straws, cups and caps into the environment? Sadness.
Yes, I know it was Bobby Vee who sang this, but it became an "earworm" when I picked up the blue plastic pacifier on Sherry Ave. I know a good mom doesn't pick it up off the street and put it back in the baby's mouth, but perhaps she could pick it up and carry it home or put it in the recycle bin if she considered it uber foul. Perhaps, the mom talking on her cell, with the two leaping dogs AND the baby didn't notice the pacifier was gone.
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