What a great sight! Where we live a gorgeous species of butterflies
as if it were southern Indiana in late september with the leaves
swirlling in the wind.
They are being blown northward to the San Joaguin valley in profusion I cannot
remember seeing before. Orange, black, white, fleeting lives, Flying,
blowing, north. May they live to come again. In another generation?
Theirs or mine? Breaking away ?
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