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that extend to the corridor.
i could tell this two ways. One, a very young praying mantis, on the T Post in the middle of all of this, a T post that needed to be removed, Alyssia saw it. Called…gramma!, and yes. Here in the midst of all the building commotion, a young, very young praying mantis. How great.
Way two. It won't GO. it stays. first on the T Post, then to Alyssia's hand, then on to my hand and up, my shoulder where it sits. Sits. Looking. SEEing Us. We try a few times to shift it over to the tree branch, it is wanting to stay…with us, ON us. But we move it. To the Tree. Asking it. Please. It is Witness to our doing. Deliberate and Aware. Telling Us. a Part of what is happening here.
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