‘The moon set, it’s path whiter than the desert sands dwindling into shadow. The stars moved in their joyous dance across the sky. The horizon was dark with that deep darkness which comes just before dawn.
A vulture flew down, seemingly out of nowhere, stretching its naked neck, settling its dark feathers.
–Vultures are underestimated. Without us, disease would wipe out all life. We clean up garbage, feces, dead bodies of man and beast. We are not appreciated.
No sound was heard and yet the words seemed scratched upon the air.
A scarab beetle burrowed up out of the sand and blinked at the vulture. –It is true. You help keep the world clean. I appreciate you.
And it disappeared beneath the sand.’
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