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2004-06-25 04:27:52 (UTC)

A New Day

I love to watch my beautiful butterfly weaving between the
gentle dancing rays of the sun.
Her wings wioth the colours of the rainbow shoot
explosions of brightness in the stillness of the early
morning.
Gently she kisses the centre of every flower bud assuring
them it will be a beautiful day.
With a last gentle caress of her delicate wings she
whispers her farewells and flutters off to another flower
bud in need of her beauty and assurance.




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