Caught a glimpse of this beauty outside of MacDonald's in a crowded urban area in Nicosia.
It felt like stumbling upon an illusive oasis in the midst of a long desert,
the desert of the real.
"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough."
"Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."
My fellow Steemians,
may you have butterflies in your life,
and not in your stomach.
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