Friday, September 19, 2008

Butterflies.

Posted by Rosie at 6:55 PM


Lafcadio Hearn collected a Japanese folktale about the soul of a man's beloved who visits him as he nears death in the form of a butterfly.

I let my thistles grow tall. You never know when someone's beloved might need a spot to light upon as the darkness grows near.

 

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