The dragonfly's journey is a meditation in wonderment. The larvae wiggle through water, living life as water beings, seemingly unaware of any other world. If they get a glimpse of the world of air, the world of earth and firey sun, it is only like a dream to them. One day, for reasons no one understands, the dragonfly nymph stops swimming and latches onto a blade of water grass. It climbs, one leg after the other, until it emerges into the air for the first time. It waits on the blade of grass, swaying in the air, until its wings dry. It unfolds them, stretches, vibrates those translucent double wings for the first time, and -- takes flight. It never returns to the water again. And so it is with my daughter, Corey.
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