A poem, by Rowlf.
i saw a butterfly one beautiful morn, flitting silently on the dew covered lawn.
and i thought to myself - how wonderful it would be, if only we could see, millions of these, covering the mountains, the plains, and the seas.
i held out my hand, and motioned it to land, and as it did, i looked for another butterfly with which to mate it. i couldn't find one, so i sat down and ate it! ;p
from top left to bottom right:
wall work, Clockwork Jungles, Paper Relish, Surface Flik (alt)
Ben and Oliver, Pepper Sunlight, Clover Noire, jude 1950 (alt)
eettssyy, post, cici studio, Gone, The Sun (alt)
clear cut crafts, Household Words, Snappy Tatter, rogee (alt)