We have had a lot of butterflies this simmer. I love the tiny creatures, but they will soon be gone for a few months/ It was strange to watch one the other day. There were no flowers near by. It just kept flitting around a pile of debris. It rook off and landed many times, then settled down, still beating its wings. Then, it stopped and its life was gone.
HYst kije that, gone. No struggle, no fuss. I learned a lesson.
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