The sky is starting to turn orange, and a flock of birds wheel far up in the peachy blue. Maybe they are feeding on insects, or maybe they are swooping just because they can. I can't tell.
They are too far away.
Long after they moved on to their nests or another patch of sky, a lonely feather cascaded through the tree branches, and found a new home in the damp grass.
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