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Thursday 28th August 2014.
From an original idea from a good friend and exceptional blogger and writer herself. Pop over and say hello. Carol B Sessums at adjustingyourfocus. – https://adjustingyourfocus.wordpress.com/
It always started off with her stepping outdoors, walking a few steps into her garden. A large orange and black butterfly would flutter around her head, then land on her shoulder. She would walk a few more steps then a blue one would flutter in front of her face and then settle on her other shoulder. She never attempted to wave them away, she always welcomed them. Even though she was walking she never moved any further away from her back door.
The next time the same would happen but now four butterflies would appear and settle on her shoulder. Each time she would then wake up, sweating all over, her forehead soaking her pillow…
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