My father had soft yellow feathers on the soles of his feet. Not stuck to his feet but growing out of his skin, sprouting like the plumage of a luxuriously fluffy bird.
This blog is a space for me to journal my dreams. Initially, I recorded my dreams as part of the research component of my Masters creative project. Now, I continue to record the dreams I can recall, whenever I feel the urge.
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