I venture outside to sit in a slow watchful mood. A monarch butterfly, heat-activated to a frenzy of hang-gliding flight goes by and by and by, with absolutely no destination in mind.
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Hey, that butterfly is my career counselor.
Uh-oh. The little bastid started to aggravate me and I squished him. Sorry.