After a long march through the night forest, I could taste dawn coming. The sky through the trees looked inky dark instead of eternal, and I could make out tree limbs and the firsts birds. Hearing a buzzining noise, I expected to see a hummingbird, and wondered what it was doing up so early. It wasn’t a bird.
It was a tiny figure of a woman. It must have been a pixie. She was swinging from tree limb to tree limb. As it got brighter, I could see her green suit and her colorful wrap. And then, as she bounced over a fern hummock, she raised her arms. Her wrap was a butterfly, and she grabbed its wings for a ride as the sun climbed over the hill.
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