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The Moth and the Oak

One ember of an oak chock I’d cut Remained while all of us sat around this dying fire Hoping to keep our stories going. Hoping to keep our lives and love going. Then a moth landed And sizzled one thread-leg On the dying oak As we watched it decide to fly off above us To tell the story to its friends about a lost leg, sizzled amongst desperate strange beings.

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