I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
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I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words.

— Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal
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