Father’s Eyes

Placing the candle on the floor, I step into the flickering darkness of the attic. The wooden floor creaks. I tread lightly, confident the howl of the storm outside will mask the sound. The painting is as I left it. I could not destroy so valuable a work of art, but neither could I have […]

Do butterflies actually float all that well? I mean, bees already fly and sting, so why float like another insect altogether?

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