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Capricorn poet Kenneth Rexroth was strolling down a country road shirtless when, to his amazement, a butterfly landed on his shoulder, flew away, landed again, flew away, and performed this dance several times. . Nothing like this had ever happened to him. He later wrote: “I feel my flesh / It has suddenly become sweet / With a metamorphosis / Kept a secret even to myself”. You may have a similar experience in the next few days. What sweet metamorphoses that have not yet manifested might be going on within you?
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