Feathers filled the small room.
Our laughter kept the feathers in the air.
I thought about birds.
Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?
-Jonathan Safran Foer
what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams
that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows
and short-winded elations of men
-The Great Gatsby
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