Well, time is the great equalizer and educator, except knowledge is often accrued slowly until the point its only value is to be given for advice... and who has ever wanted to take advice? The minutiae of everyday life came and went in a chain of routine succession at the comfortable cottage until one morning the old man's bed was already empty. The butterfly waited, but he did not return. Its cage door opened by repeating the same method as before. The delicate creature with wings like frosted glass took flight passing over the window sill to dance on the gentle breeze.

This went on till the day was far spent. In the flared light of the setting sun, the butterfly looked down at a woman walking on a footpath. She held out her hands for the white butterfly to land. As they entered a little wooden house the woman talked over the day's events with her new friend and what they would do tomorrow.

3-D paper sculpture of butterfly landing in hands

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