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Date: 16 August 2013 20:16:47
I believe that feathers lying on the ground where I'm walking are a communication from my late grandmother. I thought she would be scathing of my suffering from depression. If anyone was going to say the worst thing you can ever say to a depressive ("Oh grow up and pull yourself together") to me, I thought it would be her. For weeks now I've seen feathers everywhere! Coincidence or not, I always say hello and thank her for being with me. That's where this poem came from:
A path
Any path
A route
Any route
Slight
Light, like gossamer
A whisper in the wind
How could she know?
Wherever I am
Whatever place I am walking
She is there...