In poetry class, Ava wrote that sometimes she gets butterflies in her stomach. All I can say is that I have not felt that in a long, long time. Not out of fear. Or worry. (Which I think were her trigger emotions). Or confusion. Or alarm. Or being in a challenging situation. Or out of giddy attraction. I am wondering where the butterflies have gone. If they just wither away by my age? Or if it is a sign of my faith and lack of fear? Or, if, I just do not feel as much as I used to. And I mean that, sadly, in a sad way.
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