Had a weirdly traumatic dream last night of a massive butterfly creeping along the ceiling of my bedroom and being completely unable to move or scream. My dad put it in a crate, sang to it and took it outside. Probably an anxiety dream? Of all the phobias in the world...

If they looked like these, made by Christine Brockmann from a variety of paper scraps, i wouldn't mind so much.

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