I saw a piece of fabric on the ground. Folded over. Some sort of twill/tweed/lightweight suiting, blackish browns. It was cut in an oblong sort of shape, probably initially intended for a patch. I have no need for that shape at the moment, but beggars can't be choosers, so I picked it up. No obvious defects. I gave it a shake to get all the seeds and pollen off.
On the first downward motion of my hand, a butterfly appeared.
One of those little white ones that my Grandpa was probably reincarnated into. I hadn't seen it before this moment, and have this affinity towards them so that I would have. You see.
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