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Bogong Moth by Joe Dolce

A Bogong moth darts out of darkness to seize fire - it�s burned away its tarsi, yet continues to swoop, kiss, careen, sizzle, fluttering and candle-banging like fawn-crazed Nijinski. I look up from my book accepting the immortal, fatal dance of life and light, like Icarus�s father resigned to watch his flying boy hurl against brilliance. When you were a baby night crying, often the

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