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October 7th, 2008 – 8 Comments
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  1. cyn8 says:
    October 22, 2008 at 12:39 pm

    “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty…”
    ~Maya Angelou.

  2. ocean says:
    October 22, 2008 at 1:31 pm

    The most rare, and most beautiful butterfly in the world is the “Morph” butterfly.
    Here is a link….

    http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:Hunawihr-morpho-butterfly.jpg

  3. Haydee says:
    October 22, 2008 at 3:09 pm

    “Just when the caerpiller thought the world was over, it became a butterfly”

  4. Lydia says:
    October 23, 2008 at 8:40 am

    Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes. ~Author Unknown

  5. cyn8 says:
    October 23, 2008 at 11:17 am

    “Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you…”
    ~Nathaniel Hawthorne.

  6. ocean says:
    October 23, 2008 at 11:29 am

    The Goliath Bird-wing butterfly is the second-largest butterfly in the world. It lives in Indonesian Rainforests and has a wingspan up to 11 inches (28 centimeters). Here is a link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goliath_Birdwing

  7. cyn8 says:
    October 23, 2008 at 11:58 am

    My Favorite Quote from -The Unbearable Lightness Of Being
    “”The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful… Their love story did not begin until afterwards: she fell ill and he was unable to send her home as he had the others. Kneeling by her as she lay sleeping in his bed, he realized that someone had sent her downstream in a bulrush basket. I have said before that metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”~ Milan Kundera

  8. lisaK says:
    October 25, 2008 at 11:51 am

    I love my new butterflies panites!!!! :)

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