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Mourning Cloaks
...written on 2008-12-22, @ 5:39 p.m.
Do you remember those days all soft and fuzzy? Inching across the beautiful green expanse of life, you longed for nothing but sustanence. People were repulsed by your writing darkness. Wounded and frightened by hate, you slept. You built a barrier betweeen yourself and the bright light of day. Begged for privacy in an ill-begotten world.
Weeks later, you rise in your mourning cloak. Something special was lost in your quiet transistion. You shed soaking tears on your cocoon and spread your wings. Something golden and beautiful is on the horizon.