August 7, Point Place.
We had breakfast at the Mongodal down the street this morning, as always on this lot, and Dylan and I became engrossed in mayflies, their ethereal, intricate structure, the breathtaking beauty of their perfectly adapted beings, hanging all over the store’s windows like tiny party balloons for evolution’s magnificent daily display.
Thursday, August 07, 2014
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