Feathering the Blue
The thin remains of a contrail divide and dissipate into the morning sky as though a scattering of downy barbs in disarray around the shaft of a feather…As we emerge from our sheltered view between cloud layers, they delicately brush the blue of the sky before vanishing into the air over Alexandria, Louisiana.
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Flotte farger
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Beautiful!
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Thanks; I thought so too, when it caught my eye.
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