Catching nuances is hard work. They slip so easily through your fingers that you're never sure whether or not they were there in the first place. A little like fairies, I think. Or handfuls of beautiful colored leaves on a windy day. Or dandelion seeds.
Oh those beautiful nuances. So delicate and rare. So hard to catch hold of. Sometimes ridiculously exotic with twisty curly feathers. Sometimes plain and blank with nothing but soft down holding them together.
How many can I catch?
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