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The magic butterfly


I close my eyes and took a deep breath and imagining waking up in a enchanted Forest surrounded buy trees with no leaves rain falling down and all of a sudden I see this magical butterfly this butterfly was a blue butterfly it flew through my hands then it moved to my nose and it went in my head then it changed purple. Then it started to fly in my shoulders then I felt the grass I woke up in the greenhouse but in the house it was cold like no greenhouse should be. I look up and saw elevator I wanted to get in but in was lock to I took a deep breath and Felt that the floor was cold . I saw the butterfly coming tours me I look in the mirror and and that butterfly was me I was that butterfly magical and then I wake up...
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