Outside my front door.

I had a surprise waiting for me at my front door today.  He’s beautiful, isn’t he?   Sadly though, he’s dead.   He deserves to be memorialized in this photo, so here it is.




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Recovering from C-PTSD due to narcissistic abuse from childhood. I was married to a sociopathic narcissist for 20 years. Proud INFJ, Enneagram type 4w5. Animal lover, music lover, cat mom, unapologetic geek, fan of the absurd, progressive Christian, mom to 2 Millennials, mental illness stigma activist, passionate anti-Trumper. #RESISTANCE
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7 Responses to Outside my front door.

  1. nikitalondon says:

    Love this post!!! Yes he is a beauty.

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  2. rubycommenting says:

    I saw a dead butterfly hanging onto a blade of grass within many tall blades of grass. My guess was he couldnt spread his wings to escape the blades. He couldnt fly:(


  3. bobcabkings says:

    I think we had many of that kind around here when the Hostas were in bloom. Lovely.


  4. Beautiful colors but so sad he (or she) is dead. I wonder how the poor butterfly died.

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