We dance as strangers, we drink the wine
This afternoon I gathered milkweed from the meadows for the next round of foster-monarchs. We have hatched four so far, seven are in chrysalis, two caterpillars remain motoring their way through piles of leaves and we have at least one egg which with any luck will yield another. Somebody please stage an intervention if I am heard to observe that the stars resemble God's daisy chain.
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Are you kidding? That's literature!