I swear, I saw them.
It was fleeting, to be sure, but… I saw butterflies.
Was it just a trick of the light? An illusory artifact of the muted sunlight filtering through the tree tops?
It had to be.
My hands were frozen. The absence of feeling in them was a constant reminder, even if I couldn’t see them very well. Encrusted diamonds of ice hun…
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