She was illusive.
She was today.
She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower
the flitting shadow of an elf owl
We did not know what to make of her
In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork-board like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through and away she flew ~
(Jerry Spinelli)
She was today.
She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower
the flitting shadow of an elf owl
We did not know what to make of her
In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork-board like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through and away she flew ~
(Jerry Spinelli)
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