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Saturday, August 24, 2002

Dimorphism

Two small butterflies, one a pale blue, the other a delicate green, each with a black and orange pattern. Flying alone or chasing each other over the grass and thistle and clover, they would have been pretty little diptychs opening and closing. But I had accidentally booted them into the air from a soft bed of clover petals, where they had been locked tail to tail, facing opposite directions, and presumably fucking their little lepidopterous brains out. Whether by choice or compulsion, I do not know, but they remained conjoined as somehow they flew to the next clover and continued staring out into the male and female halves of the world. I watched.

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