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Free at last! Standing in front of the tiny door that leads to the elevator, I extend my arms like large, steel butterfly wings to... oh, the analogy really breaks down right about here. Suffice to say, there was a stanza involving a dewdrop reflecting the morning sun and something about the miracle of birth from a cocoon. Photo by Jason Petorak.
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