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The story of the butterfly:
"I was in Bogota and waiting for a lady friend. I was in love,
a long time ago. I waited three days. I was hungry but could not go
out for food, lest she come and I not be there to greet her. Then, on
the third day, I heard a knock."
"I hurried along the old passage and there, in the sunlight,
there was nothing."
"Just," Vance Joy said, "a butterfly, flying away."
-- Peter Carey, BLISS
♥ 📘 ♥ 💚 ♥ 📀 ♥ 🚗 ♥ 🐝 ♥ 👹 ♥ 🐊 ♥ 🐟 ♥ 🌸 ♥ 💚 ♥ 💙 ♥ 👑
A woman was in love with fourteen soldiers. It was clearly platoonic.
♥ 💄 ♥ 🔋 ♥ 🎫 ♥ 📒 ♥ 👳 ♥ 🎍 ♥ 👹 ♥ 💎 ♥ 📗 ♥ 🏀 ♥ 🐳 ♥ 😺