Elisa's Blog
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Today as I was walking through my company's parking lot, my promenade was arrested by the sight of a tiger swallowtail butterfly, which are very common in Mexico (though I'd never seen one in the 11 years I've been here the US). The calm, graceful flutter thus opened up a veritable floodgate of memories, which flashed as background to the poetry of flight, the butterfly now in relief, as if standing out highlighted from the sounds, smells, and feelings of a remembered childhood, and I couldn't then help exclaiming at the unexpected bewildered wonderment, an involuntary and muted "Oh."

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