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Monday, May 28, 2012

Set Free

When all was quiet
And we were sad
Thinking of the
Times we'd had

A butterfly
... Then came to us
Flew around
Without a rush

Showed us how
He'd been set free
Drifting off
Where we can't see

Helped us know
He's on his way
We'll treasure this
Each passing day.

~ Sharon Kortas

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