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... September butterfly. I could see dead leaves... But I see Wings. I see Wings everywhere. Waiting for Wind.
and I really like THIS
Posted on September 27, 2012 in A robe called Wind, autumn, balance, Becoming more, context, continuing aka Just Going, hybrid, life, light and dark, looking, redefinition, season, sympathetic evolution, transformation, transition , wings | Permalink