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| Look what we spotted first! It was huge... as big as my finger! |
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| Pretty little miss |
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| Whaddya lookin' at? |
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| Dragonfly in Motion |
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| A TIGER butterfly Mom!! Look!!! I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again! ~William Wordsworth, "To a Butterfly" |
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| Check out his EYES Mama!! |
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| This one is my friend Mama! |
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| Thrilled at last! |
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
~Robert Frost, "Blue-Butterfly Day"
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
~Robert Frost, "Blue-Butterfly Day"
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