Forgiveness through furry feelers— can butterflies taste tears? Send blessings to those who encourage anger. The Lady Banks Rose has no thorns and it is still a part of the Rosaceae family. You are the architect, so shave off the thorns if they’re in the way! Do you know how butterflies fly, the girls father asks, peeking above his bifocals. They cup and clap their wings to generate thrust in a slanted figure-eight pattern. Some things that appear whimsical are more pragmatic than meets the eye. Her father winks and walks away. The girl sits in her blue dress and watches the butterflies. Growing up is the process of selecting what to keep and what to give away. What are you excited about—the girl sits too close to the Bleu Magenta and has fever dreams encouraged by their scent. The laws of matter is in direct opposition with the laws of spirit. You are the architect, her father likes to say, spend time with your designs. When the wee white butterfly lands in her hand, she watches it unroll its tongue to seek food in her palm lines. What’s my fortune, she whispers. Tell me who I will Become.

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