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Swallowtail Butterfly

2025年12月18日 22:34

A transparent, colorless wind slips through the withering wild grasses.

Time flows cruelly and indifferently, as if walking on thin ice.

Only the second hand leaves her behind.

She quietly closed her eyes and felt the scent of flowers carried by the distant wind.

A swallowtail butterfly landed on her shoulder.

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