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  • She could only "capture" a slice of what was a dancing light out the side window. So, one slice of a light cut by leaves and wind. Yellow tree leaves dancing with the light!

    She has butterflies in her belly anticipating something. Butterflies like the dancing light, but not as pleasant a feeling. Her friend told her a story about the fir tree who kept looking forward to the next thing rather than being in this thing (the story ends with the fir tree getting chopped down still awaiting the next thing.) So, she is trying again and again to learn what the fir tree couldn't figure out. And the butterflies can perhaps calm down? Nah, just witness the butterflies and let 'em be. Let the light be.
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