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August 11, 2011
It was sunset. The air cool and clean after the rain, the sky painted a brighter orange than it had been in months. The first flocks of birds were beginning to fly south.

That night, there were a thousand dragonflies flitting from one direction to the other, a swarm of them. More than I had ever seen in one place. Big black ones with shimmering wings.

"Time to move on," the breeze whispered as it slipped through our car window.

"Time to change directions," the dragonflies buzzed.

"Time to find a new home," clapped the wings of the birds.