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Sunday, October 07, 2012

When on a lily pad a lone penny lays and a butterfly stares, one can’t help but think: Is it asking why the penny’s forgotten? Is it asking why the penny’s life is ending? Is it asking if the nickel will suffer the same fate? “Ah, not to worry,” I’d say to the butterfly. Everything that begins has to end. Jamison/06/10/2012

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