While working as a maid at The Gant in Aspen, Colorado, I noticed on the ground near the redwood bark mulch a lighter orange triangular shaped object. It was flat but it drew my curiosity. I stooped to pick it up and found it was a dying moth. I prayed life back into it and it fluttered out of my hand. This was back in Summer of 1982.
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