Sometimes butterflies from long ago get forgotten between pages of lace and light and notebook paper, and then one day you find them in the window, right where you left them.
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what is beautiful remains 
On the grayest of days, butterflies are there. You just can’t see them yet.
Ephemeral & painterly.
Butterflies from Brenna are free……..and so are their stories. And they are loved.