Butterflies emerge from cocoons. Think about how hard that transition has to be, yet… once a caterpillar, then a butterfly. Flying…

With wings.

No wings to wings.

Flying.

Transition, baby. Transition.

Transformation.

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I’m more than breath & bones, I’m nectar in waiting — Owner ACG •Editor PSILY •Writing for the cosmos. •https://acorneredgurl.com

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