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A Feather

by Gertrude Stein, 1914

A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.

Published in Tender Buttons
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