caught on a bare twig
a white feather flirts with the
bright sparkling river
sparkling
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caught on a bare twig
a white feather flirts with the
bright sparkling river
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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Arshia, thank you so much, I appreciate your thought.
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