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A second feldgang: walking out to feed the ewes and lambs in the pasture I was stopped by the sight of six yellow swallowtails, still wet and drying.

I snapped a picture and walked away. I turned back for one last look. All gone. I saw the them begin. I saw my three children begin. I saw my grandchild begin. I will not see their end. I will not even see my own end. It will all slip away like six new swallowtails in the spring. 2/4 #smallstories