To the bugs who love, the lovers who bug, to the buggers who just can’t be forgotten, to the summer that lasts a moment or through the winter and into the wellspring of the infinite, keep making the world alive, keep “bugs” alive, keep loving life.
To the bugs who love, the lovers who bug, to the buggers who just can’t be forgotten, to the summer that lasts a moment or through the winter and into the wellspring of the infinite, keep making the world alive, keep “bugs” alive, keep loving life.