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I feel a vibration was killed, but I also know she did not disappear.
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Tonight a moth, with wings of a yellow-orange came to rest on my keyboard as I write these lines, a butterfly beating its fragile wings gently, like a technicolor idling. I look out into the night, stars shine, but more particularly ... I smiled, closing his eyes and I imagine this butterfly, as a thought related to that star.
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