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As summer comes to an end, think of this dragonfly.
It lived underwater for the last two to three years in a completely different form. This year, it crawled out of my pond, shed its skin, transformed, let the sun harden its new wings and soared with the grace of a ballet dancer into the sky.
Hopefully, sometime this summer, it laid its eggs back into the pond it was born in. As the weather cools it begins its farewell flights around my backyard.
Reborn, rejoice, renew.


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