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Maiden, Mother, Crone

As magical as the blue moon of July was, the aerial display criss-crossing in front of it was even more so. Dragonflies, in countless numbers, navigated the warm evening air scooping up gnats. As the sky transitioned from blue to black, the disc from scarlet to ivory, translucent wings disappeared in the dim light and they were gone.

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