Annie Dillard, in her 1975 Pulitzer Prize winning book Pilgrim At Tinker Creek, wrote:"I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them..." The butterflies I've been watching are looking a little weary - still, they delight.
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Somewhere, I have a picture of the same kind of butterfly with the same kind of wing damage. (Nice quote btw.)
Any kind, floating over my garden, are treasured and quite welcome, tattered or torn.
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