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Spix's macaw.

“Timepiece

To see in the punctured dust the sow bugs clocking.
These constellations of buds or beetles time us
More than the cocks do,
More than the winding tides.

And the ants sharpen their spheres,
And the stars, their spiders;
The sky’s spider turns:

Never you left your acorn place
For nightly signs and wanders,
For ants like meters,
For the repeating stars.”

—The Grasshopper’s Man

The Map Burns.

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"I’m going to die drinking a Diet Coke I didn’t even want."