When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they — Nick Sagan, Idlewild
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When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.

— Nick Sagan, Idlewild
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