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Trudi stumbled up the st ap s from the- do ck f.11 --1. ran across the
gravel clepring as the wind slapped her hair ucross her tanned,
slightly freckled fnce. She rushed into the c~bin, tears already
welling up in her eyes. One lzrge drop rol12d down her nose and
splashed on the du~ty boards as she got down on her hands ~nd knees
to se~rch the floor near the trash can. It had to be there, it
just had to be there.

Wedged between the rough, log wnll and the dresser she found
it. The lid w~s slightly askew, but the contents were unharmed.
There it was, a beautiful green and brown moth; samia cecrooia,
to be exact. She olaced the lid back on the box and brushed the
l~st te8r ewav with the bFck of her hand.

A car horn sounded o-t t si de just C'1S she placed the tiny square
box carefully in one of the pockets in tne side of her suitcase.
As she snaoned the locks shut, one of the trqvel labels caught her
eye--Camn Hach ej.agr7 So·- th Hero, Vermont. Yes, that was it ••••
tied with ~ niece of leftover weaving yarn.

Pris Ord

Priority

Let me trnvcl
To the f~r corners of the ~nrtn
That I might see
The wonders of the world.
Tr. ~ly I wo .1d thrill
To their majesty.
Let me roam the mighty maIntains,
Distant deserts, stoney shores.
Let me stray,
Unhampered,unrestrpined.
Give me the wings of flight
Thz:t I may soar
To the land of my dre2ms.
For DS the bird,
So I must trav€l.
But the soil of my n2tive land
Clings firmly to my w?ndering feet
AS a mother to her wayward child,
And beckons me homeward.

P8.tricia Stahl

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