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Dandelion Puffs

I laid in the long summer grass, watching the clouds roll along the brilliant pastel blue sky. Turning over in the meadow, I saw the cabbage butterfly's dance around the remaining dandelion puff, that hadn't yet been picked or blew. Delicately picking it from it's stalk. I blew gently, and watched as my dreams fly away among the seeds, with the brilliant white butterfly's helping them find their destination. It was there... I found contentment.

Odd

@Odd

Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.

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