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Space mildews at our touch. The leaves of the poplar, slowly moving— aren’t they moth-white, there in the moonbeams? A million insects die every twilight, no one even finds their corpses. Death, slowly moving among the bleached clouds, knows us better than we know ourselves. I am gliding backward away from those who knew me as the moon grows thinner and finally shuts its lantern. I can be replaced a thousand times, a box containing death. When you put out your hand to touch me you are already reaching toward an empty space.

Adrienne Rich, “Moth Hour”

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Space mildews at our touch. The leaves of the poplar, slowly moving— aren’t they moth-white, there in the moonbeams? A million insects die every twilight, no one even finds their corpses. Death slowly moving among the bleached clouds, knows us better than we know ourselves. I am gliding backward away from those who knew me as the moon grows thinner and finally shuts its lantern. I can be replaced a thousand times, a box containing death. When you put out your hand to touch me you are already reaching toward an empty space.

Adrienne Rich “Moth Hour”

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"Moth Hour"

Mothby Adrienne Rich

Space mildews at our touch. The leaves of the poplar, slowly moving— aren’t they moth-white, there in the moonbeams? A million insects die every twilight, no one even finds their corpses. Death, slowly moving among the bleached clouds, knows us better than we know ourselves. I am gliding backward away from those who knew me as the moon grows thinner and finally shuts its lantern. I can be replaced a thousand times, a box containing death. When you put out your hand to touch me you are already reaching toward an empty space.

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#Seb Lefebvre #Patrick Langlois #moth hour #man of the hour #this is a queue #simple plan

Catching up on MOTH, been a while. Forgot how hilarious Seb and Pat are.

"I can goggle it if you want me to, can use the goggle search engine..."

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When you put out your hand to touch me you are already reaching toward an empty space.

Adrienne Rich, from "Moth Hour"

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