Monarch and Mantis

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I noticed a monarch wing in our meadow. Who dined? A bird? I wondered. No, I noticed, not a bird.

Sometimes crummy things happen to special things, people, or places. Something happens to something rare. I guess that’s just how it goes. “It’s just the cycle of life,” a former co-worker used to like to muse.

IS that true? Do you think? What is valuable? What is not? Who decides? What is morality and what is truth? What is crummy?

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