The butterfly was pink and blue, its wings spread wide to show off its adventurous nature. It was free to live for itself, once it was ready to embrace the sky in a wild urge. It seemed to be making last minute preparations to fly. Part of me wanted to reach out to touch it as I sat in my seat.
I cautiously clenched my fingers into a fist at my side as the woman in front of me set her infant over her shoulder and leaned to fumble in the bag at her feet. The bus jostled on a pothole as she bent, and then, as she returned upright, the wondrous and lovely creature on her skin was smothered in a flash by a burping cloth.
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