there seems a surfeit of little brown butterflies as there is at this same time every year.. two encircled each other in great spirales whether it was love or war remained unclear.. one sat as motionless as some green prehistoric flesh free of tentacle amid still to rest..
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given the approach of freedom said how long do we then hesitate.. perched on godยด s open hand and ruminate in the gentle breeze.. oh,so long captive but free crashing at the lost and unseen fly away into a greater freedom..