He told me that the night his motherFrom StoryPeople.
died, there were storms & far away he
saw purple lightning & someone left the
window open & the room filled with a
swirl of butterflies & she slipped out
quietly without anyone noticing & I'm
sure the grief was softer because of that.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
STORY OF THE DAY - BUTTERFLIES
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