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Funny, that term, "busy day", funny what it can mean.

Two people in a field.

Worlds away from one another.

Both are intent on catching butterflies.

The little girl jumps up in the air.

Her afternoon spent on near misses with a  homemade net.

She remembers what her father told her,

"Quietly. Not alot of movement. Gently so you won't damage the wings. They might be angels after all."

In another field, the other person, the one who taught her everything he could about butterflys trys to sleep.

The field for him is made of dreams.

He 's in the field behind the house catching butterflys with his mother and daughter.

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I have a busy week.

WB is officially helping me with the boat.

The dogs need tending.

There's things to build and to finish.

Have hung little glass jars in the trees. They're filled with small tealights. They're a b8tch to light because of the jars and because some of them are way up in the air. It's worth it. When they're lit it's like fireflys.

Magic.






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