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“I have heard that staring is a predator’s first weapon…

“A moth saw a flame and thought what it saw was its heart and it said, “What is my heart doing over there, away from me?”  And believing that it could not be whole without an organ it had never even used, the moth dove toward it, hoping to reabsorb it in open surgery, but instead there was a sound as empty as a lit match extinguished on water and in an instant the heart that had stood away from the moth became the central unimagined ecstasy the moth couldn’t live without…

“I pay you money so that we may share this kind of history…”

Thalia Field, A [three dots signifying “therefore”] I

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