Sunday, September 27, 2020

Moth

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Moth




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There are huge moths here, but this is a smaller one, soft and off-white. I found it dead on my windowsill. 

The sound of moths and night buffering against a lampshade terrifies me. I am not sure why. Perhaps it's because their movements seem so wild, so unpredictable. Maybe they seem like premonitions.


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