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White Feathers
I woke and there was a beautiful pigeon next to me.
On the bed.
6 feet tall with white feathers
Asleep.
I looked and saw good things,
then fading away but yet remaining
resetting what I see.
As Beauty.
Tuesday 15th March 2022 9:51 am
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