What can I say? Sometimes it takes so little to strike fear into the hearts of men.
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- I present two blogs...Lac de Vie is a photo blog of my own real experiences framed as a kind of universal Cabin, situated in a remote forest by a beautiful lake. All photos on my blog were taken by me during actual visits to northern places. "North" is anything to which we orient our real inner compasses. North is true... Une Vie d'Artiste is a site on which I will post new work and personal news items, with discussions about both... All images copyright Erica Chappuis unless otherwise noted.
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Interesting piece, how fun!
My son is afraid of butterflies.
When I was very, very young, I was afraid of tulips. Yes, tulips! I was so attracted to the brilliant cup of red of the flower, so put my hand out to look inside and saw... the black pistils and stamens! I snatched my hand back quickly, as if they could crawl out onto me.
I think fear of butterflies is usually pretty much the same thing. The wings are brilliant, but they are attached to a black body (actually quite beautiful) and long black legs.
And then there are those people who cannot enjoy a peach because of the fuzzy skin.
I love peaches, fuzzy skin and all.
That statue at the War memorial looks as if that young woman is afraid of butterflies--do you know the one I mean?
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