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Frosted
Feathers
05-14-2003 |
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was some kind of bird. I want to say a swan, but
it didn't have a long neck... imagine a huge,
graceful, light grey duck. It was perched on
something that was about eye level... it may have
been a wall or fence of some kind. The dream
zoomed way in so that it appeared you were maybe
six inches to a foot away. The bird was kinda
hunched in on itself like it was cold. That's
when I noticed a thick frost covering its
feathers. That's all I
can remember... but the air had an intense feel
to it... like something really profound could
happen at any moment... but it never did.
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