A week ago, I was making dinner and it started snowing feathers. Outside the window, white and gray feathers on the wind. We live near a monastery. Maybe one of the nuns tossed a pillow out a window and it got hit by a truck? I heard a screech. Up in a tree, a large bird had pinned a smaller bird against one of the branches. I forgot that birds eat bird…
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