a bird massacre or someone's duvet.
white feathers littered the matting of the stairs today. everywhere I looked a pocket of feathers were caught. Something about the combination of working with concrete all day , then arriving at the stairs to find it covered with white made me want to work with lighter materials . Suddenly i wanted to line the stairs with billowing sheets of satin or roll out out carpets of astroturf.
I collected the feathers instead and went back to my drying concrete.
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