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#131 Instant Insect Entropy A bug splattered on my pick-up windshield. It's clear fluids made a downward V-splash with a rising feather edge. The wind blew it into a left-handed check mark. Just above eye level, it didn't even hamper my vision. I'm sorry I hit it. It was unavoidable. One moment it's organized, vibrant life; the next just a spot on a glass that even dental records wouldn't help identify. I'll wash it off tomorrow, kind of like scattering the ashes. Life is precious. Enjoy. Watch out for windshields. |
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