“Look, darling,” Lady Penelope told me as she held my bare, unclothed skin close to her’s,
“Do you see those light pale feathers floating about on the water? They represent all our feral rainforest ancestors. They’ve gone straight in the shade of the sunset, and they are enjoying it in the forests of Heaven’s natural Eden, playing, caressing each other, and most of all, sharing the deep bond we share. Together.”
She placed my tiny three year old hands into her smooth, soft ones, and gazed lovingly into my innocent toddler eyes with her kind, comforting ones.
“Sybil, when we pass into the sunset, we too will become feathers, floating peacefully on this very pond.”
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