Mama Nature is quietly teaching me another lesson.

I have been chasing butterflies, you see.

Not all of them are beautiful and perfect.

Many have tattered wings.

They still fly like the rest.

They have survived some damage.

Maybe a lizard’s bite, or a spider web’s tether or a hungry bird’s claws or beak.

Maybe they were battered by a storm.

They have lost pieces of themselves that will never grow back,

but they are still flying.

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