It doesn’t take much to make us believe in something.
A familiar shape. A change in scale. Something ordinary, slightly out of place.
Perhaps that’s where fairytales begin. Not in fantasy, but in seeing something familiar differently.
A butterfly becomes a pattern, then a silhouette, then something large enough to step inside.
The shape stays with us. We simply keep imagining what else it might become.
For Tuxie, it found its way onto a favorite little tee: Bark Basic Series | Butterfly Muscle Tee
And then, for a moment, it became wings.
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