The Monarch

Brand new monarch. Maybe thirty minutes after emerging from its chrysalis. It moves its wings slowly, letting them grow and stretch in the sunlight. They’ll get nicked and cut as she goes about life, but they’re perfect now. A new life. A month prior there was a different life. One that crawled along the milkweed plants chewing on its leaves. Think good thoughts. Life.

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