One cold afternoon this butterfly flew in our apartment while the window was open. We didn’t have the heart to send him (Mr. Butterfly) back, so we feed him bananas and talk to him often. He drinks the water that condenses on the window in the morning and warms up by the table lamp at night. We found this rose on our Sunday walk. It is really late for such a flower to bloom and it is too late for butterflies to fly around. It’s almost December and the snow is around the corner! Finally, they both met here, on my blog.
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