I have a magical power that attracts butterflies.
I am not kidding. The butterfly (or one like it) came back, and is now living in my car. And, the other day, in the Tim Hortons drive-thru, there was an identical butterfly fluttering around outside my car.
Maybe my soul smells of sweet flower-nectar.
Maybe I have a cocoon city in the wheel wells of my car.
Maybe I have a magical power that attracts butterflies.
Monday, August 27, 2007
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