I hold in my hands this feather this one insignificant thing that when bound with the others  made a beautiful winged creature fly ,now it is alone abandoned by the creature still beautiful in its own right but can no longer fly only float through the wind to one day  be gawked at by its admirers of what it once was or could have been.

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