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Butterflies


Being so small I enjoyed butterflies. The color of the wings were beautiful very...mezmerizing. I held them and observed the beauty with my own eyes, but I would release them from my finger. Although, one continues to stay. I would lay in the grass as they pass. I'd admire the colors and patterns of the wings when I catch them. When it flies away as a child I would chase it. I would run to re-catch them those days were fun. Sad when there were none to catch. I want to revisit those memories. They were really fun times when I would go outside so I'm glad. I am glad I got to have that experience as a child.

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