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Nov 2016
My father would often say,
‘The only thing ever guaranteed is change.’

I never liked it.

When the seasons transform around you,
and the world turns, for the better or for the end, you find
being a caterpillar was the prime — filled with its humble
and wholesome beginnings.

Being a butterfly is a tough act,
you’re in constant fear of the peril of your wings wilting.
Amanda Sharpley
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