Feeling butterflies, by MCF
She stood there, motionless, silent, feeling the morning dew, listening to her inner self, her deepest self, her breathing. How could she not feel that stifling noise, that stilled the...
Because you flutter in my guts and make me jump with pure emotion, because that fluttering never fades, and I go out into the street to soak up all the life you give me to create and continue creating. Feeling butterflies fluttering in my guts because that's always a sign that my muse has come to see me.
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