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Thursday, August 28, 2008
24 August 1310hrsTwo butterflies frolicked amongst the traffic, dancing a little courtship dance amidst the consumerism and metal automobiles. As they twined and intertwined higher and more frantically, one suddenly took off. The other fluttered, lost and frantic, backtracking into the midst of vehicles, almost as if courting doom in its desperate attempt at seeking its love. Then it seemed to find it was and returned to the dance floor where it last saw its love.Its poor lonesome dance ended concluded with it coming back down to earth, after a failed and brief but ephemeral incandescent dance in the air. It found its was back to reality, amongst the flowers, where it belonged, doing what it was created by nature to do.Hilda, 'Sometimes nature can give you answers.'
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