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Dearest little diary of mine,
Oh, please do forgive me for the terribly long gap between entries! Never think, dear outlet of my soul, that this event was due to some failing on your part. Nay, the fault is mine - I have shamefully neglected you. I fervently apologize for this.
I did promise that I would tell you of the oddity that occurs around a streetlight near my dwelling place? Yes, yes! I remember.
It occurs on dark nights during summertime. Around a certain streetlamp - none of the others, mind you, just this one - little glowing lights gather. Why, they're merely fireflies and such, that I know. But there are also larger lights, far larger than any firefly, and they wax and wane in brightness, but not as a candle would. Rather, they seem to fade and spring back to life, like little will-o-the-wisps playing hide-and-seek. It's quite beautiful, in a mysterious and romantic sort of way, don't you think so? (Of course, not romantic as in love, but romantic as in atmosphere and theme. Oh, but you understand that diary. You know what I mean.)
Ah, how amazing it would be if it were truly little faerie sprites dancing around a streetlamp. However, I believe I know the true solution to the mystery. It's still quite lovely, though. One day I found the body of a rather gargantuan moth in my yard. It had the most stunning coppery bronze gold silver wings! All of those colors, diary, and they shimmered and scintillated so! The pattern was so beautiful, too, all feathery and yet still lustrous! So, there you have it, diary: on warm summer nights, when the eve is dark, lunar moths gather and dance around this special street lamp.
What a shame it is winter. I should love to see them dance this evening. Ah, well!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Until my next entry, my friend!~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Glark the Epic~~~~~~~~~~
 Glark the Epic · Tue Dec 02, 2008 @ 12:51am · 0 Comments |
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