A small, green feather falls out of the birthday card from Japan. Sticky-backed. I attach it to the plain yellow card. It looks mighty fine.
This feather doesn't say, 'I love you.' We don't use feathers for that in our family. It says, 'This is something small enough to go in a birthday card from Japan.'
I love it. It has so much agenda. Emotionally it is a Tardis of a thing. I won't keep it long but I will treasure it forever.