Butterflies (again) {Kallisti is biting the corner of the notebook as I write. She doesn't want anything to distract me but her} They're beautiful: scintillating colours and patterns, stained glass fairie wings and elegant antennae, iridescent transparent scales & full of sighs. They're fragile, delicate & flitting. Light little beings dancing on air and flower petals, free & careless. If you hold them wrong they break. They drink the dew & honey of flowers! with their curly, long proboscis tongues. & they taste with their feet! |
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