I tripped over all the butterflies fluttering within and without and as soft as they were, I wished them away, you and I are no more, and I love all that you were and all that you meant and all the passion and anticipation and touch and it is time. I wave them all, I wave all those ghost butterflies away.
“ghost butterfly” — what a fantastic image you have created.
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Thank you, Carol 😊
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