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<title>The Butterfly</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707272002/13370_the-butterfly.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707272002/13370_the-butterfly_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The Butterfly" alt ="The Butterfly"/></a><br//>It&rsquo;s about a woman who thinks a butterfly she finds on her dead husband&rsquo;s pillow is him reincarnated. The love scene will knock your socks off.Mother paused, drew the butterfly to her lips and  whispered some secret before continuing her story.&ldquo;It was but a month ago,&rdquo; she recollected. &ldquo;I wakened to discover your father resting on the side of our bed reserved to him throughout our marriage. To be sure, I was uncertain of his identity at first, but the butterfly&rsquo;s urgency, crawling up my arm and neck to nibble on my earlobe&mdash;precisely as your father so entertained me years before&mdash;well, then, what more proof could he provide of his spirit restored to me?&rdquo;__from &quot;The Butterfly&quot;]]></description>
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