A Butterfly flutters by


And rests briefly on my garden wall. Just passing through it seems to say, as it flutters by.

Just Visiting

Just Visiting

I am reminded of how some people pop briefly into my life, and how some have been with me most of my adult life, and how some pop in an out.

So today I am like that elusive butterfly, just passing through, until next time when I may stop awhile

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