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“A butterfly flitted by the window, lackadaisically and languidly gliding, unaware of its beauty. Following the insect with his eyes, Danny felt a moment of peace, watching the sunlight reflecting off its purple wings, luminescent with every flap. The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our senses to sharpen.”

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