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Wouldn't it be divine to feast all day long on the sweet nectar of flowers. You are delicate, stunningly beautiful, and your only care in the world is to find another beautiful blossom on which to daintily perch and sip. Especially after starting life as a belly-crawling, dirt-in-your-fuzz caterpillar, worried moment to moment that you'll be stepped on or snatched by a winged mom eager to feed you to the half-dozen upturned crying beaks that wait for her a million miles up in a tree. The two weeks of "old age" as a butterfly seem like a great way to conclude one's life -- especially compared to how most of us humans will struggle through ours.
Your photos are so beautiful! And your remarks are so descriptive and sweet.
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