Butterflies, buried cars and shattered Blackberries
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Walking out to my trailer after lunch yesterday I got distracted by the mesmerizing scene of a pair of butterflies dancing over the decomposed granite. Just a couple of ordinary little snouts, working these magical little vortexes, never touching yet yoked like the dipoles of a gyroscope, the courtship of confetti. So much more elegant than the dragonflies, who fly around the yard while locked in coitus, maybe even snacking on smaller airborne prey along the way.
Butterflies, buried cars and shattered Blackberries
Butterflies, buried cars and shattered…
Butterflies, buried cars and shattered Blackberries
Walking out to my trailer after lunch yesterday I got distracted by the mesmerizing scene of a pair of butterflies dancing over the decomposed granite. Just a couple of ordinary little snouts, working these magical little vortexes, never touching yet yoked like the dipoles of a gyroscope, the courtship of confetti. So much more elegant than the dragonflies, who fly around the yard while locked in coitus, maybe even snacking on smaller airborne prey along the way.