Like a Lamb

Finding butterflies everywhere seemed like a pretty, and gentle way to focus my attention on completing the cycle of living my first year ever on earth without my mother’s presence.  And it is.  But this is much, much more difficult than I expected.  The treasure, her legacy, is the brutal truth – something not pretty, and even less noble, but so utterly real it is only natural to turn away.


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