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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝓗undreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥. Minutes passed by. A little blue butterfly landed on our nose. We blinked at it and it fluttered to my ear. 𝗔 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘄. 𝗦𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 us, like a swirl of multicolored petals. 𝙄𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙, 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝. Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason we made them feel safe and they gravitated to us like iron shavings to a magnet. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀,, we present you the happiness and the cutest place, 𝗺ouchie. ( ´•ᴗ•ก♡)☆₊˚.༄