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A goldwing moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle
     on the desk.

Last night it flew hundreds of circles around a glass bulb
     and a flame wire.

The wings are a soft gold; it is the gold of illuminated
     initials in manuscripts of the medieval monks.

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