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^^euLuciion tl Even the moth,

irresistibly

drawn

Close to the light of a flickering candle,

Seeking some warmth, some pleasant protection.

Hovering nearer with each passing moment,

Powerless to avoid

Then quickly

its pitiable

doom.

darts, straight to the flame's

heart,

Snuffing out

life, in

the flash of an instant.

Slowly and hungrily, myriad beings

Are

fiercely

consumed by the bright yellow

flame.

A

stillness descends, a

Circles about,

Many

wisp of blue smoke

and then fades out of

sight.

the moths that fly into the flame.

Nancy Lawrence

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