With a frantic flutter of her frail blood-red wings with two ebony-black spots on she hovered a centimeter away from the ground. She gazed at the velvet back round surrounding her. As she landed with a gentle wobble. She shuffled tentatively across the snow white feather from a turtle dove’s wing. Carefully, she walked along the delicate feather. As she walked the path narrowed into several different pathways.
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