Did you know that, once upon a time, I lived in England? Canterbury to be exact. I wish I could say I lived in a painting-filled castle among precious artifacts. That would make my Art History degree make more sense. But alas I lived in a converted former chicken coop so close to the road that the furniture shook when cars zoomed by. I would find feathers everywhere (and mean EVERYWHERE). So why am I telling you this? Because I'm working on a book about feathers. Obviously. Inspiration is all around - even in memories of old stinky former chicken coops.
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