Angel Feathers
The only one of its kind.
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Show me your wings and I'll tell you who you are
- Look how your feathers glisten like new snow, dear White one. Mine seem a fiery shade in comparison.
- But in your red I see depths like heart's passion, hints of spirit beyond restraint. Your colour is what lends wings their fervor, does it not? Besides, all feathers together make our wings their loveliest.
- Hmm, may be true. Yet see how full and round yours are - like clouds. Mine blaze and crackle every which way, so wild!
- 'Tis not disorder that makes them dear, but individual character. And character, like feathers, acquires lustre through weathering life throws our way. What now seems chaotic may in time show patterns of great beauty.
- Ticho nyní tuláci, ať vaše jemná řeč neruší spánek dole. Podívejte, jak klidný odpočinek chrání všechny duše před půlnočním šuchotem.
- Wise words, snow sister! Perhaps when dry our feathers will each shine, reflecting horizon in our own way. For now, in peering close at differences between, I find more that unites than sets apart. Our wings however diversely feathered still share the sky.
- You speak truth, fiery friend. Though colours and shapes may vary, in essence we are one - limbs of the same bird learning to soar together. Each feather, each angel has value simply by being what heaven designed.