Thursday, July 22, 2010
One Hundred Seventy-Five
If I would've had a butterfly net last night, I could have done the work of a thousand lepidopterists just by sweeping the net across my stomach--the wings of all the butterflies in the world fluttered at once in me and took flight. You are beautiful Kate--stunning, outrageous, and without compare. You are the rarest of all creatures in the world, and I count myself among the most fortunate--not only by getting to witness your existence, but by being blessed with your love.
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