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The story of the butterfly:
"I was in Bogota and waiting for a lady friend. I was in love,
a long time ago. I waited three days. I was hungry but could not go
out for food, lest she come and I not be there to greet her. Then, on
the third day, I heard a knock."
"I hurried along the old passage and there, in the sunlight,
there was nothing."
"Just," Vance Joy said, "a butterfly, flying away."
-- Peter Carey, BLISS
♥ 💗 ♥ 🌽 ♥ 🍇 ♥ 🥒 ♥ 🐛 ♥ 🐟 ♥ 🎁 ♥ 🐠 ♥ 🎍 ♥ 📕 ♥ 📀 ♥ 🚘
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is the most fatal.
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