Out for a run in NYC Thursday morning, I passed a tarp hung around a site where a park is being developed. I didn't have my glasses on, so when I saw this funny man with a pink scarf and a fencing sabre, I thought the butterfly was part of the illustration. When I got closer, I could see that the butterfly was very much alive. I stopped running and hung out with the butterfly awhile. Then she fluttered away, riding the breeze, and I did too.
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