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“The past no longer limits me. / I drift on wind and live as free / above the houses, mountains, clouds, / the cities gripped by anxious crowds, / alighting where I will by day / whenever I decide to stay. (from Now I've Become a Butterfly)”

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Book:The Humbling and Other Poems
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