
What happens when you sit outside for dinner is, the bugs drop in like old friends. I brushed one off the boy’s sleeve, and, not minutes later, out of nowhere, another landed on my hand. A dragonfly arrived just to say hello, and then he was off again to the dragonfly ball. Dragonfly finery is green, and shimmers.


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What happened every time I sat outside this weekend was that I became the bugs' dinner. Ah, New Hampshire.
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