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BUTTERFLY

I am a butterfly. Please do not blow on me too hard with a wind.

Do you know how difficult is to hold a balance for a butterfly; for a butterfly, which is thin, graceful, with the colorful, figured, barely not transparent, little wings.

He can not fly constantly against the wind; he is too light for it. A competition with the wind is not his setting. He is – beauty only. However he can not simply fly with the wind's will, as a dry leaf. Because he, butterfly, is a living creature.

Please do not blow on him with the wind too hard.

Try to understand how uneasy is for him to come back to life even after a light rain, which washing off mercilessly of saws from the broken wings.

Also if a heavy thundershower would nail a butterfly to earth, he may already never rise up again...

Please do not blow on me too strong with a wind. I am a butterfly...

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