tales of death and dragonflies

We were headed out away from the afternoon’s task when we came upon her… poor little dragonfly. She was laying on the ground, one wing missing and I knew she was mine. The fiery one said to me “always” and she was right. I picked her up and carried her to the car, she was now under my care.


Every time I expend a large amount of energy in a working, I find dead things. Sometimes I leave them with offering, sometimes I take them for burial, and sometimes, such as this one… I keep them. I was endeared by her three wings, like she left something of herself behind as well.


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