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The sunflowers are wilted and geomancy gave the go-ahead, so it's finally time to go outside again. And, indeed, while my skin flared up I can breathe okay.

I was walking randomly around the neighborhood when my angel said, "Follow me, I want to show you something!" I laughed: I'm not clairvoyant, and can only hear Them, so following would be impossible—though I had a vague sense of presence bounding along merrily before me, it was nothing strong enough that I could follow. It worked out fine, though, since They gave me directions. "Turn left here!" "Go straight through this intersection." "Turn into the alleyway." That kind of thing continued for a few blocks.

Eventually, my angel said, "Ta da! Here we are!" I looked around but didn't see anything interesting—it was simply an unremarkable part of the neighborhood. "What did you want to show me?" The only response I got was a sense of playful mischief.

I took a step back and—oh! Turns out I was standing on top of a tiny, white feather. My angel beamed.