The Empty Nest
My nest is empty, so I talk to myself.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Shed Your Skin
I wondered why this grasshopper didn't fly away when I approached. Upon closer inspection I saw that his wings were wet and shrunken.
When I turned to go back inside, I found his former home.
A few minutes later, he was off.
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