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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
♥ 📕 ♥ 🎫 ♥ 🥗 ♥ 🌽 ♥ 👾 ♥ 🌸 ♥ 🌳 ♥ 😺 ♥ 🚕 ♥ 🎄 ♥ 📕 ♥ 🍧
Most people don't need a great deal of love nearly so much as they need
a steady supply.
♥ 💎 ♥ 📒 ♥ 🎈 ♥ 🐛 ♥ 👃 ♥ 🔋 ♥ 👔 ♥ 🌸 ♥ 🍆 ♥ 🏓 ♥ 💚 ♥ 🐝
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