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Mar 2019
When the caterpillar changes
its leaves its old life behind. Now it has

wings; now it can fly. The other caterpillars
either fly or they die. Some will change along

and become a butterfly. But the butterfly
doesn’t take notice of the ones left

behind. Either they’ll catch up or they won’t. And if
they don’t this world up here has much to offer,

incredible beauty and freedom
of movement, unrestricted for the uninhibited.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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