-I told mothchild it could just run awayclimb the old oak tree hide in a house held by brancheswhere it could stay-Mothchild has grown some beautiful wings, but it can not fly. Until one day it discovers a mysterious light beyond the forest and decides it is time to go off on adventures to find it. Poetry on growth, reflection and the path to adulthood.
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