Well, time is the great equalizer and educator, except knowledge is often accrued slowly until the point its only value is to be given for advice... and who has ever wanted to take advice? The prosaic minutiae of everyday life came and went in a chain of routine succession at the comfortable cottage until one morning the bed was already empty. The butterfly waited, but the caretaker did not return. The gate opened by enacting the same method as before. The delicate creature with wings like frosted glass took flight passing over the window sill to dance on the gentle breeze.

This went on till the day was far spent. In the flared light of the setting sun, the butterfly looked down at a woman walking on a footpath. She held out her hands tenderly for the insect to land. As they entered a garden the butterfly listened to her talk about the day's events and what they would do tomorrow.

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