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Untitled #7 / the Child

As the child rolled through a field of flowers he spotted a butterfly flittering towards the sky and thought he might grab the thing, sprout wings and let the beauty carry him to heaven he jumped and stretched out his little arms but the insect had floated out of reach and with a thud he fell back to the soil, sobbing to the sun. But he had to try.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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