What was scattered gathers. What was gathered blows away. -Heraclitus
From May 2015
Plathemis Lydia
My hand-stitched wings itch to take flight to test the winds of change that inevitably blow at the end of a cycle. -Bianca Bowers
Pantherophis Obsoletus
And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. -Erin Morgenstern
Calopteryx Maculata
I was born during Spring.