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If only you knew she loved you, you could face the uncertainty of
whether you love her.
♥ 🥒 ♥ 🍖 ♥ ⚡ ♥ 💙 ♥ 🎄 ♥ 👃 ♥ 👔 ♥ 🌸 ♥ 👳 ♥ 💚 ♥ 💄 ♥ 🍧
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
♥ 🐛 ♥ 🎈 ♥ 🕺 ♥ 🌽 ♥ 🚙 ♥ 🥞 ♥ 🌏 ♥ 👹 ♥ 💛 ♥ 📘 ♥ 💃 ♥ 🐊