I almost missed it.
For a fleeting moment, it was there
then it flew away, and its life began.
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
— Rabindranath Tagore


I almost missed it.
For a fleeting moment, it was there
then it flew away, and its life began.




“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
— Rabindranath Tagore

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