And just like that, in the mists of summer solstice, the butterfly came to life. She possesses a summer soul, one that will suffer, sleep and transform during the dark months. One who isn't made for the cold. She will endure but she will retreat, waiting for the sun to shine again.
It was a long , cold and depressing winter that last six months. More than her sunshine soul can take, but she endured knowing that it would be over. Knowing that for every suffering there's an end. Knowing that all suffering leads to growth.
She can hear the birds singing outside, her peach tree's overflowing with fruits and her backyard is blooming. The sun is shining above. She is happy again. It is summer. Again.
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