[Pale golden wings beat against the cool air]
By Lightmare
Pale golden wings beat against the cool air as the small butterfly flits back and forth amongst the crimson flowers settling on an emerald leaf, she stretches her wings to the sun and basks in the warmth of the afternoon. © on Mar 14 2001 01:28 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Pale golden wings beat against the cool air..."