Fluff
The gift of relaxation
The little bird sitting on the branch outside Zela’s window reminded her of nothing so much as a ball of fluff. It had come to serenade her every morning for the past few weeks. She’d never seen one quite as pretty, she decided, as she scattered birdseed onto the ground below.
The first morning, she had frightened the bird off when s…
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