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Very interesting. I have a few suggestions how I feel you could improve it. This is how I would write it, but it's up to you!
She wished the butterflies would dance for her. She wished they would flutter their wings; flutter their arrogant colours for her. She wished they would dance for her. They frustrated her.
On those nights, those nights when the vines creeping up the walls refused to be beaten; on her quiet walks across the heath when the blindness the dark clouds provided comforted her; when she saw the butterflies and their passionate flights, she would scream and rage against their vibrant colours.
Other nights they were her friends. Those nights when they did dance for her, when they showed her the full glory of their beauty. On those nights she loved them and their defiance and lack of compassion.
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Thanks for the suggestion. Your way of writing it works too but it's not my style. Although it's definitely good and a good way of describing what I was writing, I feel it's important for a writer to stick to their own style. Thanks for the tip though!
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