A Butterfly

With a sigh, you kneel.  Just a moment, rest, regroup, think laterally, like your Uncle Bud Erroll-Fly.  He was such a social person.  Hmmmph.  Why couldn't he somehow give you a clue from beyond the grave, something just tangible enough to escape suspicion of total delusional hope?  As if you had the ability to conjure his essence into reality, a breath of fresh air flutters your bangs!  What?!  Did that just happen, you murmur silently.  

Taking a careful look at the nearby crags, you slowly crawl along the way the delicate breeze seems to be guiding you...

With a crossed pair of fingers...and a thank you to golden earth angel....you move forward.

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