“ Mom would
always tell us
kids that when
we saw the first
butterfly of the
summer, that is
when we could
start going
barefoot”
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  • 3.
    “ Mom would alwaystell us kids that when we saw the first butterfly of the summer, that is when we could start going barefoot”