Come fly with me, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. We tend to notice all the big things in the world But the little things often slip our mind. What if we could climb the back of a butterfly, so kind, Rest between silken wings, spread out, unfurled? What if all the things that are oh …
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The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
