Letting Go.

i found a butterfly today.

it was perfect.

the colours were all strong on its wings.

it was a wanderer butterfly. the ones with orange wings. i noticed that it had tiny little blue dots on the top and bottom of its wings.

i gently picked it up.
so delicate.
so fragile.
so light.
the slightest air movement made it move.

it was dead.

i cupped it in my hands, and thought for a breif moment about its life. a tear came to my eye, but i brushed it away.

i carefully sat it down in front of me, and during my afternoon i looked at it.
studied it.
grew fond of it.

i gently picked it up. and carried it out with me.

the wind caught it, and blew it out of my hand.


i let it go.

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