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I thought about a message an old high school friend recently sent to me. He\u2019d been trail running through the woods, and found himself  on a bed of feathers. In my imagination I saw hundreds of molting birds, shaking their soft wings. But no, he said,  these weren\u2019t feathers, it was cotton weed, which doesn\u2019t, in my mind, make the scene any less beautiful.