The View from Here

The lonely, disfigured moth bled slowly, while the slightly out of breath red wasp watched from a nearby stick, smiling and thinking, soon bleakness — and the spoils of victory.

Soon bleakness — and the spoils of victory. That's what the hungry spider thought as it waited patiently on the leaf above the red wasp.

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