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butterflies have always been favored over moths. you'd think i'd be part of this majority because of my markings, but actually, i quite prefer the butterfly's quiet cousin. when they came to visit me that night, i was delighted.
the creatures gracefully flitted around me as i dashed through the endless field. they rose and dove, their delicate orange wings shimmering in the gentle moonlight. i almost heard them laughing, a twinkly sound that was music to my ears. i laughed along with the moths.
a slight breeze ruffles the grass and brings my eyelids open, carrying me softly back to reality. i lay there on my back, watching the ceiling. contentment caresses me and i sighed. just as i close my eyes again, i feel something grace my nose and i look. there, an
atlas moth was perched, it's fuzzy antennae waving back and forth peacefully. i did not move to shoo the creature away, nor catch it. i simply watched, fascinated by its marvelous beauty. markings of a fabulous orange, a black as dark as night, and a gleaming white shine against darker brown wings.
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