Wings all aflutter, the little butterfly came to rest on an outstretched finger, as flickering blues and yellows slowed in their movement. Seeing this, the young girl giggled in the charming way of youth, her blue eyes fixated on her newfound companion.
"Look," she called out, "someone likes me!"
Bending to see, her other companion, a young woman with eyes similar to the colors of butterfly wings, smiled at the little one's discovery. "That's wonderful," came her soft, gentle voice, "I guess that means he thinks you're pretty."
"But he's the pretty one!" the girl replied, as both started giggling.
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2 comments:
I apologize that this comment is not about your blog. However, I was just curious if you ever have known a girl named Marissa from far away?
In response to comment on 11.17.2007: see entry for 11.18.2007.
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