you realize how little, really, there is to it. We mostly focus on their Wings. Their Wings. Butterfly Wings. but then, there's their bodies. Which aren't much at all. But then, there is the Spirit of butterflies, the All that they cause in us when we see them, sailing and sailing and sailing
but back to the bodies, the physical bodies. How did they evolve? I don't know. I never have taken the time to find out. I know that their numbers are dwindling. Maybe i should know how they came to be.
as i tried to stitch today, the day all RAIN and so little light and i turned on the light of the table battery to even see enough to put the needle to cloth and couldn't really tell how that was going, i couldn't see, the body so few stitches of single thread of Deb's floss. So little, this body that carries the Wings. But these butterflies, the midwives to whatever that is in the center, getting born, no matter what.
