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| My view was cut off, but I guessed that there were eighteeen silken wings slowly unfurling, one after another, in a huddled mass. Only being able to see the streched out tips, I imagined nine little nymphs clinging, as they slept, to a naked dandelion. And as the sun warmed them, they calmy unhinged their coverings and spread them out, to crisp in the day's heat. In the end I was wrong about the whole thing ~ my view wasn't cut off that drastically. |
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