Remember the may fly came to live with me two years ago? It shouldn’t be a surprise that one showed up on my doorstep this time time of year looking for shelter, but I was still amazed. I really enjoyed her company while she climbed my curtains and crawled over the open windows. On the third morning I noticed that she had lost her middle left leg and by the end of the afternoon she was leaning against the window sill in a rather troubling way. That evening she was barely moving anymore and I stayed with her a little while longer, whispering sweet goodbyes. She died during the night and so I carried her outside and found her a quiet spot under the lavender.
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