The White Butterflies

Posted on November 11, 2007


The orbiter had left its scar decades before, soon after the lid came down.  He sat in the broad clearing surrounded by a halo of the white butterflies that seemed to thrive for no reason at that particular spot, along with the dragonflies.  They were like white leaves or a snowy autumn; off to one side two children were playing on a fallen tree.   Two South African ridge backs barked at his stony demeanour.

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