A male Blue Corporal, exuvia beneath him, held to the grass in a strong breeze, and while I watched, his wings slowly elongated, translucent amber body assumed deeper and deeper color, abdomen lengthened, and wings finally snapped open. I left, knowing he would fly.
My former student Kelsey came to visit, her hair growing out, acceptance and courage hiding behind an impish smile. She returns to her nematode research this summer, on the possible path to discovering what might make an otherwise hostile soil fertile.
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In late afternoon, clouds scud like fish scales across blue sky, shifting, deepening, drifting, on a day of celebration for the living, and those who hold on.
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