Preface – White Butterfly
White Butterfly, what are you doing? Do you just write letters in the wind all day. I don’t understand anything about what you do. I feel the wind would blow right through me, how are you not just blown away. If I flapped my wings like that all day I would get tired.
- I can hear those same strings the ones I heard when I was really high up above the clouds at night, the stars looks like they went around like as if they were all in a bowl.