Some people think it is a dead loved one coming back to you. Maybe it was my Grandma, saying "Have a safe trip" when we were leaving Tennesee." And, "Things will get better" yesterday... This is what I thought it might mean. Since the first six months of living here have been utter hell. Things are a little better since we moved out of those apartments, but I still have not been happy. I keep trying to get myself out of this funk. I don't know if I ever will. But, seeing the butterfly yesterday just made me happy. |
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