Butterflies

A mixed up day. 

Innocence to be cherished. A game of make believe using nothing but imagination. Lego, an ageless toy, back to days of old, hours whiled away creating homes of dreams. A fussy baby needing to be held, precious moments too easily forgotten. Butterflies trapped, symbolic of something? 

A room with a view I will dearly miss. 

 

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