a person is looking at butterflies on the window sill with their hands in front of them


...and there was an exact moment where she understood that her touch her mark on the world is very important. The very fact that she was part of it was enough. She was part of existence. Existence needed her. Existence needs you if you are alive. Is this not enough? She contemplated the thought talking to all the butterflies that decided it was time to leave her stomach .....They said something about being trapped and they talked about how they were a bit dizzy because of this sudden…


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