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Blue Butterfly


Yesterday's brown butterfly is one of the brilliant blue butterflies when it opens its wings!

I've run out of material so perhaps this is a good time for me to take a blog break while I figure out what I will do with my blogs in the New Year.

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  1. Thank you so much for your blogs, Joan Elizabeth :-) I've enjoyed every one of them. If you decide to continue next year, I'll be keen to follow whatever road/s you take. Have a great festive season and good health for the future. Cheers - Elaine in Brisbane

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    1. I am glad you have enjoyed the Blogs Elaine. I will almost certainly continue. I just have to decide what to do to keep it interesting for me to do.

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  2. That blue is amazing and the butterfly looks so big!

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    1. It is big JM. I was stunned at how beautiful they are. One of the highlights of the trip.

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  3. What a beauty. Hope you enjoy your break and will be awaiting your return.

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    1. Yes I will enjoy my break Susan. I am working a lot at the moment but do get a holiday break in December but not planning to go anywhere this year.

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  4. I have enjoyed this blog but must admit I have been finding it hard to keep up with everyone's blog. I hope you continue I have enjoyed having you as a blog friend.

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