The holiness of dragonflies & such

  It’s a rare thing that unfolds, like the mystery of happening upon dozens of dragonflies in the bushes outside a favorite bookstore. “Think of me whenever you see a dragonfly,” she said shortly before dying. “Why the dragonfly?” I inquired, curious. There had been no special mention of dragonflies between us prior to then. No hilarity [Read More...]


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