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eyes and ears open
Thalia pulls the found from her pockets and arranges a collage.
“Please tell me the bee is no longer buzzing.” Nia first hears, then spies a hummer sipping from potted pentas.
“Dehhhhhd, dehd, dehd.” Thalia scratches Henny’s head. “Hen led me to it with her nose."
“And the moth?”
“Diiiin-ing room wihhhn-doh sill.”
“Isn’t it interesting…” Cal holds up a stem of seed pods, “… that each… even on the same branch… follows its unique call to maturity?”
Sometimes I arrive just when God’s ready to have someone click the shutter.