Presents of the feather

The world is full of treasures, “feather presents” – those gifts the universe delivers on the wind. Wisps of wonder that have neither substance or bows, the best presents of all. We capture them, and hold them close, being dazzled by the brilliance of that which we may not see, or the musicality of something which carries no sound. As memories dance around inside us, alighting momentarily upon our consciousness, we are gifted yet again. Such are the presents of the feather, having that ability to re-give themselves at every appreciative thought.


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