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Last published Mon, Feb 2, 2015
My hand paled in the white light as it reached out to touch the creature. It wasn't white. It was everything but white, large eye-like markings peered at me menacingly, un fitting for such a fragile looking creature. Large round extremities burst from its thin core and fluttered out of my reach. It's movement was frantic yet peaceful: melodic almost.
"What is this creature?" My voice echoed through the air sounding unused and unsure, but the intensity behind it was frightening.
"It's called a butterfly."
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