When the skies opened their doors a feather dreamily landed in the cup of my collar-bone.
It floated through the rose garden of the Satan, and through the Play room of the God.
It landed and made no noise.
But it landed with a thud !
I locked it in a room behind a steel-door and decided to keep it there forever.
Now, where the feather once landed, I keep a key there, in the cup of my collar-bone.