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The butterfly fell from its cocoon onto the concrete below with a soft thump.
The creature stood with a totter, its black and orange wings welded together
like a fleshy shell upon its back. In the sky, its brethren streaked past as
laughing children ran to catch them. Ignoring the noise, the form crawled into
the darkness of the nearby bushes.
the wind also crawls
through the grass