I woke up this morning and it was five below zero. The ice outside my bedroom window reminds me of a butterfly wing. I am emerging from the frozen traumatized chrysalis into a new being.
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I feel the movement out of the chrysalis into new form and renewed life carries angles and curves and undulations like this photograph - rounded, soft, with a grace and mystery from the other side of ourselves.
Thank you. I love your response.
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