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The Flutter Of Butterfly Wings


Image by Iva Hotko

I feel it all the time —
the passing of life
When I was a child
everything was slow
and without any haste
time escapes me
and all I can see
is the past
staring back at me
I want the world to stop
just for one day
so I can lay in the grass
and watch the clouds go by




Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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Iva Hotko

Iva Hotko

Walking contradiction of sense and sensibility. Literature, art, philosophy, nature, hiking and photography 🦋

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