Winter’s butterfly

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After a night of restless sleep and sick kids and freezing toes, I stumble into morning and the blackness of my studio. Cold fingers feel for the edge of the velux blind and I unceremoniously push it up so I can see. There, suspended in my ceiling’s window, is a beautiful feathery butterfly. I am encouraged by its quiet frosty promise.

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