Thursday, May 19, 2011

05.20.11 | Image of Imago: The Cabbage White

From afar it looks complete—head, thorax, abdomen. The antennae protrude from the head proudly but limp, and the four fragile ivory wings look more elegant than ever, as they are motionless. The feathery scales are silky as my fingers skim over them.
What delicate creatures, butterflies are.
But this one's dead.

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