I am—Iom? My name is Iom! I seem to be a cosmic, golden butterfly. Cool! I am flying
through layers of different times and places. They are like a breeze. They carry me.
The Star warms me. The light mist is water, sustenance. I am so—Free.
through layers of different times and places. They are like a breeze. They carry me.
The Star warms me. The light mist is water, sustenance. I am so—Free.
I was—something before this.
I can't remember what it was. But I miss it. What was I? I can't remember! What should I do?!
I know. I should—fly.
I can't remember what it was. But I miss it. What was I? I can't remember! What should I do?!
I know. I should—fly.
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Golden Butterfly Patricia Fatta
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