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Another luna wing
What monster is it that is tearing the wings off luna moths, hereabouts?
Anyway, this morning I set out to do some guardrail balancing--I figured 7:30 on a Sunday morning would mean no one was about, but maybe it's because it's the Fourth of July weekend, but there were too many cars. I only did a little balancing.
I kept walking, though, and found this luna wing.

I'm wearing a shirt with a pocket, so I put it in my pocket--and it turned out to be a passport to the land of black raspberries. So many, and I hadn't come with anything to put them in--so I folded a grape leaf in half and stitched it with some grass, and voila, a carrying pouch.

Mmmm, berries.

Anyway, this morning I set out to do some guardrail balancing--I figured 7:30 on a Sunday morning would mean no one was about, but maybe it's because it's the Fourth of July weekend, but there were too many cars. I only did a little balancing.
I kept walking, though, and found this luna wing.

I'm wearing a shirt with a pocket, so I put it in my pocket--and it turned out to be a passport to the land of black raspberries. So many, and I hadn't come with anything to put them in--so I folded a grape leaf in half and stitched it with some grass, and voila, a carrying pouch.

Mmmm, berries.

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But then, with very perfect and vivid memories we'd apparently constantly be halted by being transfixed.
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