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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- 1: None of us are traitors till we are
- 2: Swimming through these long-forgotten lands
- 3: Sifting through centuries for moments of your own
- 4: The bones of houses show in the summertime
- 5: Barely even human body parts will give yourself away
- 6: The water's depths can't kill me yet
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- 8: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
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