Day 162

My father’s mother I called Nanny and she had an affinity for butterflies. When she passed away years ago, I started noticing butterflies more and more. Whenever a beautiful butterfly crosses my path, I think of her, and usually the winged creature will flutter about my head. Today, this huge, gorgeous butterfly visited me and beckoned that I follow. Hi, Nanny.


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