find a feather, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck

This morning,

a very special someone,

gave me a very special feather.

She had found it, and thought of me, and placed it in my hand, as I started my day.

So, if you’re reading this,

thank you, M,

for the feather,

and, most especially,

for the thought behind the gift.

It means more to me than you know.

Love,

Your Fine Feathered Friend.

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