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During dinner at Din Tai Fung, a yellow butterfly/moth settled itself on my sleeve.
“Don’t move! There’s something on your shoulder. Let me take a photo before it flies away.”
It stayed quiet, until I gently shook my sleeve.
A little freaky while it was happening, since I have many non-scientific notions about butterflies and moths, but looking at the photo now makes me smile.

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