Flight is the epitome of freedom and the beauty of transparent or feathered wings in various forms are attached to bizarre creatures.  I’ve always been fascinated by that and so I collected pretty feathers and insect wings.   One day I found a dead bird which comprised thousands of feathers all at once – that was like a jackpot to a little girl.  It’s cold, limp body rested in my cupped hands and I placed it so carefully at the bottom of my drawer.