Jane's song

Jane's song

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Jane was the song. And the world was her audience. Every day, from sunrise till dusk, she poured her heart out into the world, and then the butterflies fluttered, the trees rustled and the marble people began to move their hands and feet and smiles once more lit up their grim marble faces. Jane lived to sing.
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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

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