paper_wings(butterfly):
stepping into the men's room
paper_wings(butterfly):
shorty, age 12 and 1/2
paper_wings(butterfly):
we may as well
paper_wings(butterfly):
she's dismissing you
paper_wings(butterfly):
as it should be
paper_wings(butterfly):
any way to face
paper_wings(butterfly):
unnecessary
paper_wings(butterfly):
"You will be the first I dissolve..."
paper_wings(butterfly):
God is not dead but alive and well and working on a much less ambitious project.
paper_wings(butterfly):
offering
paper_wings(butterfly):
yeah, this is about right
paper_wings(butterfly):
progress is slow
paper_wings(butterfly):
my darling daughter
paper_wings(butterfly):
drive me home
paper_wings(butterfly):
only crooked if you're looking at the wrong thing
paper_wings(butterfly):
all day long
paper_wings(butterfly):
study
paper_wings(butterfly):
early morning red
paper_wings(butterfly):
Hasn't started to make sense of the world yet but thinks it's beautiful all the same.
paper_wings(butterfly):
firefly
paper_wings(butterfly):
how does this story go again?
paper_wings(butterfly):
sisters
paper_wings(butterfly):
solemn
paper_wings(butterfly):
and the sky split in two
paper_wings(butterfly):
armament
paper_wings(butterfly):
war is hell
paper_wings(butterfly):
they didn't expect to go so high
paper_wings(butterfly):
goggles
paper_wings(butterfly):
sometimes you're up
paper_wings(butterfly):
freckles
