For some reason,
while so sleepily working on homework, wrapped in my favorite fuzzy pink blanket, listening to a mixtape a pretty gosh-darn wonderful guy made for me,
I am thinking for some reason about how many times I went to butterfly pavilions as a child.
Why so many times, I have no clue.
They would flutter all around the humid gardens, and you would just wish and hope with all of your might that one might land on you, so for just a moment you could feel magical.
I didn’t think much of these times as a little girl, but looking back,
I think I like butterflies…
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