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Outside my room, a butterfly emerges from her cocoon (left). Wings drying — fluttering — in the morning breeze, she prepares for a life without bounds.
posted by -ben | 11:54 PM
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Thursday, February 21, 2008
Outside my room, a butterfly emerges from her cocoon (left). Wings drying — fluttering — in the morning breeze, she prepares for a life without bounds.
2 Comments:
Ben, how beautiful! Great pic.:-)
Thank you, Karen.
Great to have you drop by :-)
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