To Fly Might Be to Stare
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One evening, with the thermometer reading 108 and my skin sticky with sweat, I went out to the garden to listen to hummingbirds drink from the kniphofia. As I laid there, I began to notice the world around me, teeming with life. Bees buzzed, hover flies raced, and spittlebugs hid. And, on a singular blade of grass, a little fly sat and watched it all.
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One evening, with the thermometer reading 108 and my skin sticky with sweat, I went out to the garden to listen to hummingbirds drink from the kniphofia. As I laid there, I began to notice the world around me, teeming with life. Bees buzzed, hover flies raced, and spittlebugs hid. And, on a singular blade of grass, a little fly sat and watched it all.
Photo ID #WPM.015
One evening, with the thermometer reading 108 and my skin sticky with sweat, I went out to the garden to listen to hummingbirds drink from the kniphofia. As I laid there, I began to notice the world around me, teeming with life. Bees buzzed, hover flies raced, and spittlebugs hid. And, on a singular blade of grass, a little fly sat and watched it all.
Photo ID #WPM.015