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The story of the butterfly:
"I was in Bogota and waiting for a lady friend. I was in love,
a long time ago. I waited three days. I was hungry but could not go
out for food, lest she come and I not be there to greet her. Then, on
the third day, I heard a knock."
"I hurried along the old passage and there, in the sunlight,
there was nothing."
"Just," Vance Joy said, "a butterfly, flying away."
-- Peter Carey, BLISS
โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ง โฅ โก โฅ ๐น โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ฅ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ธ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐
Always there remain portions of our heart into which no one is able to enter,
invite them as we may.
โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ฅ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ณ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ฝ โฅ ๐ โฅ ๐ฝ
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