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Pink and white flower petals stuck to the gritty streets of White Oak. I hunched along thinking about how untastefully the petals... I noticed a white butterfly gliding around a tiny flower petal as it spun to the ground; fool thought that it had found a lover. I remember tingling with solace knowing that nature had designed a creature more pathetic than myself. I walked up to the fallen petal; before I realized what had happened the petal sprung up into the air and the two of them just flew off together.