in limbo although
she thought the transformation
was complete, that this part of the story was told,
a dream come true. She waited to fly as her wings dried in the
morning sun and the future gathered enough details to design her destiny.
When strong winds began to shake the tender branch on which she rested, she
remembered: She was a butterfly, free to explore anywhere she desired. And so she flew.
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