With tattered and soiled wings I wait for the wind to coo upon the kindling, to let my colors rush back onto me as the grime flakes away. This book is one of reflection and life lessons, a funeral of the parts of me that can't come forward with me. I am a butterfly resembling a moth, in the process of being cleansed by the elements.
With tattered and soiled wings I wait for the wind to coo upon the kindling, to let my colors rush back onto me as the grime flakes away. This book is one of reflection and life lessons, a funeral of the parts of me that can't come forward with me. I am a butterfly resembling a moth, in the process of being cleansed by the elements.
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