in the old country so many years ago, methinks i was still in high school which means around 45 years (yeah, so i'm that old) there was a weird news about a man who died from tickling. yes, you read it, tickling. the man was tickled to death, literally!
and the weapon of choice? a turkey feather. one darn feather. i'm not kidding you. apparently, the man was a ticklish lot anyway but his wife tickled him with a feather and he couldn't stop laughing. and it went on for hours. that was a big strain on one's heart, continuous laughing, that is.
this shot was a happy accident. i was trying to sprinkle some water to make droplets and i accidentally knocked off the glass of water. feather was soaked, table cloth was soaked, camera lens was soaked, cellphone was soaked and a paper notebook as well. but i just shook the feather a bit and there you have it. naturally i'm tickled to bits. no, i shouldn't say that.
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