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Isn’t she exquisite? A lovely one like her greeted me yesterday morning as soon as I opened the front door. Normally, I would’ve hightailed it back inside the house, called the j-o-b and taken the day off. Yes, I’m that squicky with insects. They’re all out to get me!

But this beautiful creature didn’t scare me at all. I stood there for a long moment just looking at her. Or should I say hir?

You see, my darling butch-wife has been on my mind more than usual lately – I’d say for the past ten days or so. And, when I saw hir striking self perched on the wrought iron railing, I was afraid to move. Wanted to snap a picture but I didn’t want to scare it away.

Well, I had to move – unless the car could come to me and I haven’t seen the auto industry even promise to make a vehicle like that yet – and sat in the car for about ten minutes looking at the only bug in the known hemisphere that filled me with peace.

Yes, peace. All happy-n-peaceful and on the way to work no less. Remarkable, isn’t it?

My love, I knew it was you before I researched the significance of the yellow monarch butterfly. Thank you, baby – for reaching out and reminding me that death is never final  when love lives forever.

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