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224  Chasing butterflies

A gleam of light reveals something that did not exist.

Silently floating.

A swipe of the hand can stir, quicken, slipping through fingers, with every grasp, every attempt.

Sometimes monsters. Sometimes fairies.

The unknown and unrecognizable becomes a place for imagination to grow.

Do you see beauty? Do I see fear?

Do my fingers grasp at something that cannot be caught?

My efforts in vain. Or is it a process of seeing; for the first time.

The knowledge of presence revealed.

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