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The feather that found me, by Britta Benson

It’s the second anniversary of my mum’s death today and on my walk, I found a beautiful black feather. I think it’s from a magpie. My mum always used to collect feathers whenever she was out and about and for a moment I thought that she might have put the feather there for me toContinue reading “The feather that found me, by Britta Benson”