Darn, I missed the contest! Oh well, enjoy.
Majestic wings flutter in the air over sweet blossoms that waft perfume. Nodding heads affirm there’s nectar there as a proboscis probes each new bloom. Rays of golden sun paint velvet wings clad in exquisite prisms of light harboring beauty reserved for kings. Bronze pastels are fringed with spots of white uniquely applied by Nature's brush. Terracotta orange wings take flight their beauty causing flowers to blush. Each butterfly’s an instant delight richly ornate and regal in pose. Fragile creatures that have little might like a breeze, they go where the wind blows yet seek milkweed wherever it grows.
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