A Moth Orchid Flies at Night

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"You look up from the pavement and the street before you seems distant somehow, like you fell asleep somewhere along the path and are now dreaming a place you’ve seen a thousand times." Fire in the clouds. A community of ants. Pebbles of light and the seeds of dandelions dispersed by the wind. A series of microfictions on the small moments of magic we can find in the world.