The Little Feather That Started It All, Or So It Seemed... You know, sometimes the tiniest things hold the grandest stories, don't they? I remember once, quite a while ago now, I was out for a morning stroll, a bit of fresh air and a chance to clear the old noggin, when I spotted it – a single, delicate feather, shimmering slightly in the early sun. It wasn't anything fancy, just a plain, unassuming pigeon feather, probably, but there was something about the way it lay there, almost perfectly intact, that just snagged my attention. It got me thinking about how something so light could symbolis...
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