Tim Saunders, author, journalist and publisher
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Writing prompt - July 15, 20207/15/2020 Every summer butterflies fill this particular bedroom. No matter whether there are flowers in the vase or not. Whether there are sprigs of lavender lying around or just sprayed on the pillows. I remember when I first saw this fascinating, mesmerising sight. I was only seven and we had moved into the great Georgian mansion deep in the depths of Somerset just a few months previously. It was when everything was still new and exciting. Before life had taken its toll. Before my darling mama had passed away and my brother and sister had flown the nest. That summer was spectacular for nothing else than the carefree existence that we all enjoyed. Apart from papa of course, who was in the city for much of it, earning another bonus to keep us in the lifestyle that we were now accustomed. Don’t they look like leaves falling to the ground? And when you think of the journey that they have been on, transforming from caterpillars into such delicate and beautiful creatures, it makes me think of how I have grown. After all, we are all on a journey.
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