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Journal entry: 3/20/09
A sunny day. A walk with Mollie. We are accompanied on our walk by butterflies - mourning cloaks- that look like swatches of brown velvet edged with old fashion ivory lace, as well as smaller butterflies, who hide on tree trunks with their wings closed then a flash of orange with brown spots, their wings look like torn paper.
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