The whole world down, to our floaters of love, be the Agrias Butterfly, from South and Central America. In awe of their mystique hues and mid-sized, word-of-mouth spreads 'neath tropical forest canopies, their delicacy is rather putrid, from decaying fruits to rotting fishy. Their family name is the 'Brush Footed Butterfly's, because they have four hind legs used for walking and two short, sort of front legs slash brushes, hairy sensory pegs that tastes and smells. A basic tool to hunt. Beauty accentuates hidden splendors ... tropical Impressionist ascenders.
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