Oh butterfly, you are so magnificent as you gently soar high above the earth connected only by gravity's invisible pull. You are free, free to float with the breeze high above the trees absorbing the beauty and wonder of all below. You are free, free to land on a child's outstretched hand, to trust, to linger for awhile and feel the gentle warmness of the sun on your body. You are free, free to excite the fish below the surface as you dart left and right, only inches above a southern pond. No part of this site or any material within this site may be used without the express written consent of the author.
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