She just knew climbing was a wrong way to get high. 

"How does one become a butterfly?" she asked pensively.

"You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar."  

"Imagine, I didn't even know I could do this. That's some encouragement that I'm on the right track. If I have inside me the stuff to make cocoons - maybe the stuff of butterflies is there too."

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THE END

or the beginning