You were working.
I was pausing from a walk in that same patch of lavender.
You dived into petals.
I looked on for just a moment.
You never noticed, too busy seeking nectar.
But I had a little time to ponder our brief passing.
And the wonder that you are and of it all.
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Lana got some great pics of weird insects this morning. One was a type of fly that looks like a bee.
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