I’m in the process of leaving the home I once knew. My feet carry me down the same sidewalks, though this time they are compelled to not rush the pace in anticipation of carrying on with the tasks of the day. 97 more words
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While mowing the pasture the other day I saw a fluttering monarch butterfly.
I thought, “Cool, I’m watching this butterfly emerge from the chrysalis.” However, as I watched I realized that for some reason the butterfly had been stuck in this position and now was hopelessly damaged. 207 more words