Last Mystery Picture until Next Time

Ann H GabhartAnn's Posts, One Writer's Journal 52 Comments

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing. ~Christopher Fry I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? ~Zhuangzi I’ve …