Creative Gatsby Piece

I see a feather outside the window. It floats low, moving randomly from the sidewalk to the grass. As it is just about to land on the road, a car passes by the feather and gives it a push to fly even higher. A couple more blasts of wind would send it into the clouds. The feather lingers in the sky, above the houses and the trees. The sun shines brightly and the birds chirp …

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