Forty-one. Papillon.

[menaasuvari]

The grandmother I actually knew well when I was growing up was my Nana on my mother's side. Nana is tiny, smaller even than me, with a face that age kissed rather than bludgeoned and quick hands. Nana is an expert cook, and is probably where I got my love of cuisine, and she taught her grandchildren poems as soon as we were able to speak clearly

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[naomiwatts]

My best friend is afraid of butterflies and I've never understood it. I think they're simply the loveliest, finest creatures. Once, I captured a caterpillar and kept it in a box, observing the entire cocoon to butterfly process. When the butterfly emerged, I couldn't be cruel and keep it in captivity. I let it go and never saw it again.

Which relates to everything and nothing. You will fly, you're strong. I know and you know. Happy Easter, Mena. I'm lucky to know you.

[menaasuvari]

Little winged things are better off flying away than trapped and crushed. It's a truth.

Happy Easter, Naomi. I'm just as lucky to know you, believe me.

[rockhard_dwayne]

You'll fly, darlin'. I'm sure of it.

This entire post was beautiful. I'm not sure what to say that won't compromise the feeling of peace and hope I got from reading it.

[menaasuvari]

The vote of confidence is much appreciated. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[courteney_c]

I just read some of your entries and I have to say, you have such a wonderful style of writing. And that's a good enough reason for me to add you.

I'm hoping that me being nice is going to be a good enough reason for you to return the favor?

[It's getting quite mundane for me to write this but hi, I'm the new Courteney on the block.]

[menaasuvari]

Oh, thank you. I friend almost everyone who friends me, actually, but being nice definitely helps.

[And hi! Welcome.]