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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
♥ 🐊 ♥ 🍧 ♥ ⚡ ♥ 👹 ♥ 💛 ♥ 🥒 ♥ 💙 ♥ 🌸 ♥ 🔋 ♥ 🌂 ♥ 📀 ♥ 🐟
Always there remain portions of our heart into which no one is able to enter,
invite them as we may.
♥ 💗 ♥ 🚙 ♥ 👃 ♥ 💎 ♥ 🥒 ♥ 💄 ♥ 👔 ♥ 👳 ♥ 🏀 ♥ 🎽 ♥ 🐊 ♥ 🌽
, . . .
。 ゚ 。
. . . 。 .
. ℋ𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓪 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝒆 𝔀𝒆𝒆𝓴,良い週末をㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 。 .
。 ゚ . .
, . . .
。 ゚ 。
. . . 。 .