Meadow Brown
I walked along a public right of way, off the beaten track, through a field that nobody had been for some time. I had last been here as a child. The grass was knee high and as I swished my way through, butterflies took to the air. Meadow Browns, Gate Keepers, Cabbage Whites, and a Red Admiral. I stopped for a while to enjoy this magical display and came up with the theme for Meadow Brown.
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