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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The caterpillar completes its cocoon and starts dissolving, quietly awaiting metamorphosis. That transformation must be such an odd experience when seen from the inside, a sort of confusing birth until it emerges with some biological comprehension of what it has become. At one time all it could do was crawl. Then suddenly it flies on gossamer wings. cocoon's gentle grasp softly wraps the soul within transformation's sleep silken threads unwind emerging new life takes shape unfurl sequined wings wings of butterfly dancing, soaring, free, and light unencumbered soul
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