I discovered a butterfly in Alaska. 

This butterfly is now an arctic butterfly that can be found on mountaintops, on the horizon 🌅and everywhere in between. 

She is free. Watch her fly, watch her rise, watch her soar across the sea, with the breeze 🌬 through the trees. 

Arctic 🌬❄️ chills, with passionate touches of two soft pieces of tissue. That chill to the bone feel. 

Captivated by her inner flame and her bright comforting wings. Those which she uses to glide freely over the Bering Strait waves 🌊, keeping my spirit at ease. Please don't touch her wings. She is free. I belong in them and they belong around me. 

Fly Butterfly Fly. 

Be all that you can be. When it's time to rest here I am, where you can be warm, safe and at peace. 

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