Monday, August 06, 2007


"That moth was no butterfly that was certain, It was a night animal, and it had a night animal's mystery. Butterflies were delicate and gossamer, but this moth possessed strength and weight. Its heavy wings were powdered like the face of an old actress. Butterflies were presumed to be carefree, moths were slaves to a fiery obsession. Butterflies seemed innocuous, moths somehow erotic." - Tom Robbins

On our window last night. What's your guess?


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posted by Wendy at 9:12 PM


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