When I slip into the butterfly caftan in a few years’ time, I’ll remember the day I saw it for the first time – that warm June day amongst butterflies, ponds with water lilies, a lovingly-set long table, the ice cream cart between the trees, the open-air table for painting with watercolours, the laughter, hugs, and gratitude for that oasis of slowness in the midst of a frenetic week.

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