Something Is Missing

Tattered Fritillary Butterfly at rest

We will never get it back. We may never know what it is. We will sit on flowers, sitting in the middle of the week, wondering for a moment what happened — what happened? And then we will fly off, fluttering into the future half-winged but not half-gone, because we are as we always are, wholly strong.


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