By the water


It flits by, quietly landing on her arm.

“Look,” I whisper, gently touching her arm near its landing place.

“Oh, a damselfly!” she whispers excitedly.

Of course she knows its proper name, but that doesn’t explain how she attracts these ethereal beings, why they seem to hover around her daily as if they recognize her.

“How do you charm them?” I ask as the damselfly moves away.

She laughs in reply.

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