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Butterfly


The creature scared and common in the dark isolated cave is crying. It tries to lift its wing only to find it to be Weighed Down by many things. Paper rectangles with silhouettes Foreign to the creature Exhaustion sat on the creature at every chance The creature stopped crying. The creature made its own strength. This creature lifted its wings. and there in the stomach of the youth on the verge of a great spring was the creature rising and...
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