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Outside, the shop front is shabby and dull. I walk around the corner and look at the painted wood door, the red paint peeling with age. I push at it slowly and enter a corridor, a wall of must and heat greeting me. Slowly, I climb the steps, one at a time, trepidation twisting at my stomach muscles. At the top of the stairs is a relatively new, and comparatively well cared for door. I push through it, and enter a colorful world.

Maybe it is the colorful walls. Or perhaps it is the rails of sketches that are enticing you to look through but simply being that makes you feel part of it. So you flick through, the guy at the counter who looks like a human advertisement for tattoos ignoring you coolly as you look.

Finally! You lay your fingertip heavily upon a specific design of a butter fly tattoo. It looks beautiful, stunning, but as you gaze at it you realize its just not quite right. With a defeated sigh, you flip the page and realize why. It is merely incomplete. A fairy would finish it off completely, and would enable you to convey all that you wanted to convey.

In nearly all cultures, the Butterfly represents a transformation from one state to the other, and so the butterfly is a common tattoo to get when having undergone a change in your life. The butterfly also has connotations of grace, and beauty. But perhaps most of all, the butterfly can be seen as a sign of fragility - a butterfly does not live for long, and it cannot be touched directly by human hands, or it shall mark the end of its life.

Not completely sure you glance through again. Flip. Flip. And there, another butterfly, but this time, it is settled upon the outstretched hand of a fairy. You wonder how she can do that, butterflies die when they come into contact with a human hand. But a fairy is not human, and again, with your lips turning at the edges, you see how magical she is.

Would it not be great to have magic in your life again? Just as you did when you were a child, before you changed, before you grew up. Would it be great to see beauty, and nature, and life completely freely once more. Heading over to the guy at the desk, you ask if there is any way to put the two together, that butterfly that made you think, that fairy that made you smile.