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Silence stalked me as I walked towards Lastwailing Wood, nonchalantly tossing the rock as if my past was nonexistant .
It was.
In that past I was a boy, some kid in a huge world, helplessly dependent. Now I felt changed. The boy within me was dead.
It came back to me then: Doug's Dad saying "what the caterpillar calls Death the wise man calls a butterfly" and me looking at him like he raving.
But now I understood.
My caterpillar was no more. I had become God.
And Satan.
Within me, the butterfly's velvet wings stretched ready to fly.

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    Neville Hunt 6 months ago

    But butterflies don’t live long, do they?

    (butterfly’s in final line? .... just showing I’m reading it rather than just hmmmpting!)

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    Drew Martyn 6 months ago

    Haha thanks Neville, I remember seeing it and thinking I need to correct that, but then I must have noticed something shiny and got distracted... :) Thanks for pointing it out :)

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    Drew Martyn 6 months ago

    Also... you're right ;)

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