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After a day of collecting discarded feathers of all colours and shapes, my mind began to wander. I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate design of each feather, the way they caught the light and seemed to dance in the air. It was as if each feather had a story to tell. And so, as the day wore on and the pile of feathers grew, I found myself lost in thought. I began to write, jotting down my musings and observations in my diary. I wrote of the feathers' beauty and how they seemed to defy gravity as they floated on the breeze or the water's surface.