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                  17 YEARS 
                 
                   
                   
                  17 years under ground, nursed by the sap of a tree root. One 
                  night, a crack in skin, shedding the old.  
                What 
                  emerges - red eyes, black body, under windowpane wings framed 
                  in amber. Rattling call to find the right match.  
                The 
                  cycle continues.  
                 
                  17 years. 
                  
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