Blue Butterfly


This to her was unknown that her love was pure and that the best was
always yet to come. That each in their own special way would bring
out the best in the other.

This to her was unknown that she would become more than what she thought
could be. That the journey within would be equal to the without.

Time upon time, and with each passing generation the unknown would...
become known.

Timothy E. Stevenson   February 14, 1999 ©

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