Blue butterflies cover my kitchen table.
They fly across a field of lighter blue. Each insect is trimmed in black and brightened by spots of golden green. The cloth upon which they flit I purchased to make a square sewn into a good friend’s quilt. The remainder now graces my table, with the butterflies there to greet me as I sit down to write … or as is more often the case … to simply sip a cup of tea and stare out into the day.
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