Butterflies make me miss her. She loved butterflies as much as I love dragonflies. Her side of the front porch table was a butterfly and my side was a dragonfly. Her butterfly said, “Hope.” My dragonfly said, “Believe.” ❤️
“It hurts to wait for someone who is never coming back again.”
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These twin beauties are perfect symbols of two exquisite souls. Believe, precious and indomitable angel, believe.
These twin beauties are perfect symbols of two exquisite souls. Believe, precious and indomitable angel, believe.
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