Dedication

One butterfly
Who flew to my hand
After fluttering for years around me
But before the sensation of content was appreciated
The butterfly had left
And I could only watch its flight.
(Before the next one comes along
I ought to buy a net)
~pamela jane thacker

 
This collection is dedicated to my wife pam, in whom all my dreamings became real.

To dawn. sue. anne. Who taught and teach me.

To lara, for reviving my belief in the world.

And to the memory of pamela jane thacker.

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