Mother Earth, Part 1 of 3
I was walking along the beach one winter day. Looking down, I saw a wave push a feather up on
the sand. It was a sea gull feather stained with oil. I picked it up and felt the dark slick film on
my fingers. I couldn't help wondering if the bird had survived. Was it all right out there? I knew
it wasn't.
I was walking along the beach one winter day. Looking down, I saw a wave push a feather up on
the sand. It was a sea gull feather stained with oil. I picked it up and felt the dark slick film on
my fingers. I couldn't help wondering if the bird had survived. Was it all right out there? I knew
it wasn't.
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