One day the girl blew a bubble , but there was something different about it . The girl looked at itfloating in front of her . It was square . That whole summer , the girl blew square bubbles . As shegot older , she learned to blow triangles and half circles . By the time she was in high school , she
It was a late spring day. The sky was darkening. The woman dipped the wand in the soap and heldit to her mouth. She whispered something. It sounded like a prayer. One perfect butterfly, purpleagainst the evening sky floated free and up. The butterfly waved its wings slowly. It passed in frontof a white moon. It disappeared in an instant. Her son, a boy of three who liked to break things, asked his mother to teach him how to make a butterfly. The woman's daughter, who was a quiet girland understood more than her brother, did not ask anything. She already knew.
You did not make anything in this world. You worked until you found the right way to call for whatyou needed. If you were lucky, the call was answered.

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