As the dusty winged ghost moths flitted silently towards the full, bright moon.. each night, drawn to its hazy glow by some invisible, irresistable force…

She watched, with love and fascination as her bones slowly returned to the earth, her ife force preparing to be reborn as a new energy…

Maybe next time she’d be a dusty winged ghost moth too.

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