As feathers drift lightly in the breeze, warmth wells up inside your heart
A gentle breeze stirs the woods, as feathers swirl amidst dawn redwoods. Crimson reflections ripple on the water, as spring arrives in quiet grace. A touch of red lingers in the heart, even the mountains and rivers seem gentle in their glow. With the gentle fall of each feather, the heart finds its inner peace.
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