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Little Grub was dreaming…
In her dream she was a butterfly,
flitting and fluttering about happily…
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When Little Grub woke up,
she no longer knew whether she was a butterfly
dreaming herself Little Grub…
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…or Little Grub who had dreamed herself a butterfly.
There must be some difference between Little Grub and a butterfly…
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…It is called the Transformation of Things.
France & Vincent 
This is definitely a welcome and important vision of what those of us in the course are involved with, and truly, sometimes the lines get blurred.
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It’s all in the timing. 🙂
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So it would seem… 😉
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Reblogged this on Where Genres Collide Traci Kenworth YA Author & Book Blogger and commented:
Nice poem!
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