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… bottle and then a knee. All goes dark… Time stops. Through the parting of a pair of careful hands, the butterfly emerges at the edge of Central Park, fluttering into the entanglement of elms. Far below, a pair of hands are dusted with Chaos.

Dusted With Chaos: Brooklyn Fireflies In Ultraviolet Ink
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Hayden Moore

Dude, you are kicking serious ass. Well deserved! 👍🏻👍🏻Great piece. 🤗 50 CLAPS!🌞Thank you for posting this.💖 ≧◠ᴥ◠≦✊🌞Love it!

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Jan Sebastian 🖐👩‍🦰
Jan Sebastian 🖐👩‍🦰

Written by Jan Sebastian 🖐👩‍🦰

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I had a stroke so I can’t walk or talk, but I can write! Just a new chapter in life. I love the journey…..By me a cup of coffee Ko-fi.com/jansebastian5419

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