Going Blind

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Caught in the flickering light, a moth to the flame. Captured in the glimmer, burning its wings, falling below. As the trout moves up stream to swallow what remains resting above. Blinded by its own light, that is how it gives life.

– Josh Fleming

Inspiration from: The Song Of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats

Image by: Simon Kenny http://simonkenny.artweb.com

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