Yesterday when I drove to the gym, a butterfly dropped in from the opened windows, standing at the panel between the driver and the passenger seats, with her wings closed.
When I arrived, the butterfly was still resting there, motionless. I touched her wings, she just trembled slightly. Maybe she's exhausted flying in the wind, so tired that she just wanted some sleep.
I left with a window opened, hoping she could find her way out when she woke up.
The butterfly reminded me another one I saw in the Science museum in Seattle, a butterfly with a broken wing. The pattern on its back showed that quite a portion of his upper wing was missing, but he just managed to live and fly with the remained wings.
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