The weary travelers savor a break at the humble road-side stop and take their fill of the house specialty before continuing on their long journeys home. Later, the whole splits, spilling its stock, and seeds like silken parachutes take to the air as the monarch butterflies did before them.
[Word Count: 50; another belated post to a Writing101 challenge]
Listening to the Universe 
Ahwz wonderful share. I love it when they set put for their travels into the world. As a child I always thought they were little faeries!
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