Chrysalis 0 comments

13 Feb 2004 @ 18:38, by Tom Bombadil As I walk down the park, I see them, And I watch them, Bustling, And fluttering about. Sometimes, One of them Will land Next to me, And I’ll speak to it, Silently, Not to startle it. And, it, too, Speaks. It watches With its heart, And talks With its eyes. Always Always Always So it is, However, Every year, Eight hundred Forty-four Thousand butterflies Turn into Caterpillars. Music by Donya Quick (Rapture)

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