I was wandering around the yard for something that inspires me. I wanted great thunderclouds with a nice thunder bolt or even just nice soothing rain but I was too late, it had just quit. As I was coming in the door there was a tiny feather. Ah ha. Flight, I dream of flying. Rather just long gliding hops and swooping in arcs. I wish I had that power. As you see I collect feathers when I find them. Sometimes they are messages, particularly when left right outside your door. You just have to remember your thoughts of the recent past and see how this fits in. A confirmation, an I was thinking of you..ect. You'll know. Maybe you don't have to be struck by lightning to get a message just the tickle of a feather.
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