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The Fluttering Feathers


In the park, leaves dance like tiny birds. Soft and light, they swirl around in the crisp breeze. I watch them float down, some land on my outstretched hand, others flutter by, whispering secrets to the air. A leaf tickles my nose as it floats away, leaving behind a trail of coolness. Another twirls and lands with a quiet thud, its edges curling like a tiny ship’s sail.