Fallen flowers rise
back to the branch -- I watch:
oh. . . butterflies!
--Moritake (1452-1540)
They say butterflies winter in the warm air of Mexico. Then they come back. Farewell, sprigs. I shall surely miss you. Come back!
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Hey, thank you. Don't think of me as being gone. Just think of me as being around in a different way.
;)
Oh! Like a Transformer, right? Or a Shapeshifter!
LOVE that butterfly - and the words are simply beaut.
Yes, something like that. :)
This was wonderful to read, thanks for sharing :)
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