WHEN FLOWERS BECOME BUTTERFLIES
April 16, 2019
when flowers become butterflies and butterflies become flowers we will walk in dreams of enchanted bowers
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raymond chandler’s head was often found in bed but only when he slept and never when he wept while gnashing of his teeth raymond ate a bar of heath sitting on the lawn raymond drank ’til dawn a shaky quivering husk he drank then until dusk staggering to and fro he dreamed up Phil Marlowe
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a sigh. Down the mountain, the cook descended to the dungeon and shoved rind scrapings through the bars at the cruel king. In the Great Hall above, Queen Anne Marie hosted the villagers, proclaiming universal happiness for all save one, the cruel king.
