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"These little creatures were flying under the noses of dinosaurs while humans were still stardust." (via @terriwindling.bsky.social)

“Song

I make my shroud but no one knows,
So shimmering fine it is and fair,
With stitches set in even rows.
I make my shroud but no one knows.
In door-way where the lilac blows,
Humming a little wandering air,
I make my shroud and no one knows,
So shimmering fine it is and fair.”

–Adelaide Crapsey

Telling the Bees.

“And zig-zagged through the grey-green mountain sage” –-Alfred Noyes

"Across the world, time and time again, civil society has taken history into its own hands and written a better ending to an authoritarian story. Now it's our turn."