Yesterday, as I was in the process of scheduling the next appointment for a woman sitting in front of me, her husband leaned down and put his face in her hair, breathing deeply, I heard the mom-to-be whisper to him, "Does it smell nice?" "Yes it does" he whispered back, "Very nice."
After I arrived home last night, as I was walking around the side of the house, a yellow-green butterfly flew straight into my face then continued to flutter around me as I walked to the door.
I cried myself to sleep.
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