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When I lived in Brazil, I saw a shop that carried plaques depicting people in various aspects of life. It wasn’t until I looked closer that I noticed there were wings of the blue morpho butterfly incorporated into each scene. I was only 14 at the time, but that sudden realization left me feeling sick to my stomach. I couldn’t understand how such beautiful lives could wantonly be sacrificed for cheap, tacky excuses for art. As much as I said I wouldn’t do it, I’m thinking my next tattoo will be a butterfly after all, a blue morpho, Ok, maybe not the “next” tattoo I get, but I’ll find a spot suitable for one. ;0)