prologue; ode to butterfly

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When I lay down
In a clover place,
With eyelids closed,
In a clover place,
A little wind came to my face.

One gentle wind
Blew on my mouth,
And I said, 'It will quiver by.
What little wind now can it be?'
And I lay still
Where the clovers were.

But when I raised my lids to see,
Then it was a butterfly.

- A Little Wind, by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

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Amaris Lee

Huang Renjun

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