Comforting pats of the rain 🌧 Warm embrace of the breeze 🫂 Brings back the past memories 📝 Cackles of laughter and wobbling feets 🦶 Never ending smiles and peace ☮️ A wish that never will be 💭
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
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