Butterfly
And there, surrounded by majestic mountains, rolling hills, the mist was not ever as eerie, and the sun came shining through, breaking through that oh foreboding mist and it shined upon a blooming flower and on that flower was a simple butterfly- and it was in that moment I felt reborn- for once a butterfly spreads it's wings - the whole worlds once more sings....
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