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   From: olympiada2007@gmail.com   
      
   CoreyWhite wrote:   
   > I have been sitting out on the deck, in my backyard with my mother all   
   > evening.  When she first came home I gave her a terrible freight, as   
   > she caught my fairy potion over boiling on the stove.  After I cleaned   
   > off all the grime that was left behind, she felt better & came outside   
   > to see what I had done.  At least a dozen butterflies had found the   
   > fairy circle, in between the trees of which I had painted on with a   
   > turkey baster the sweetest nectar.  They would fly all around us,   
   > coming right up to us, and ascending high into the branches of the   
   > trees.  They would move around dancing, and descending within the   
   > fairy circle and taking time to stop and enjoy the honey nectar I had   
   > made for them.  The birds even came to dance with them, and my mother   
   > & I both so the largest butterfly either  of us had ever seen.  Its   
   > wing span must have exceeded 12 inches, and it was perfectly white.   
   >   
   > I told her the Indian legend that if you were to catch a butterfly you   
   > could make a wish.. And I reminded her that it was the butterflies   
   > that carried us the news and were bringing us these midsummer dreams.   
   > She told me though, that I didn't have to catch one to make a wish.   
   > So I just prayed to them.. And then she reminded me, it was the day my   
   > grandmother had died last year.  We sat for hours, just watching the   
   > dance of the butterflies, and she smiled & laughed and it was the   
   > first time I've seen her happy in so long.   
   >   
   > She is on the phone calling her family tonight, right now.   
   >   
   We do not pray to butterflies but to the maker of butterflies. A priest   
   told me when I showed him my art that I should think of butterflies. He   
   was dismayed by the darkness of it. So ever since then when I see   
   butterflies, I think of him. And I tell him this and he laughs. He says   
   I am a sweetheart, but he is more of a sweetheart than me. I have a   
   coloring book of butterflies that my aunt gave me years ago. Butterfly   
   wings are the inspiration for fairy wings and that where I am on my   
   piece: the wings. And I am s-t-u-c-k. I can not sit down and work.   
   I have a pair of fairy wings in my room on my dresser that my aunt gave   
   to me and my daughter has three pairs. And I have a little fairy that my   
   aunt gave to me. My daughter asked me who Tinkerbell was the other day.   
   Olympiada   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)