A Feather on the Breath of God
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.
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