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A few weeks ago, when my father reached home, a blue, white and black butterfly came and landed on the stairs.
It was so beautiful.
The butterfly was not scared of me at all.
We could even touch the beautiful butterfly.
The butterfly stayed still when my father took it’s pictures and when my father stop taking pictures, the butterfly flew away.
I call the butterfly, Portedfolio Jortjolio.
- Isn’t it beautiful?