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About
Snippet
Without
a
queen
the
locust
swarm
turned
the
ground
to
black.
Descending
like
a
shadowy
tower
on
a
fish's
back
and
scattered
the
sticks
who
crawled
like
snakes
in
the
sand
as
the
red
clay
took
the
form
of
a
lizard
who
rushed
like
a
moth
to
the
flame
of
my
open
hand.
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