All day her black cat at the window lunges at the plummeting butterflies, bumping against the glass it will not see. Bruising violet-blue, spring-green chrysalides blacken like a wound across white eaves. Another monarch will not fly a thousand miles to the mountains of Michoacan, another will not fly to forests of Oyamel firs, another […]
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