Train and moth

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Traveling in the last waggon of a crowded train, on the corridor next to the door, only place I can be alone, I saw a white moth. I was astonished by it's beauty and watched it silently. I put my finger next to it and wait. The moth touched me by the tentacle, then started to climb my finger. I was scared, but remained motionless. It didn’t hurt me. I felt relieved and happy. It was wonderful creature. It sat on my finger and let me carry it, while walking to the opposite side of the corridor, to the other door. I sat there on the stairs in the shadow and watched the white moth on the top of my finger. I wanted do see it better and raised my hand with the moth to the sunlight. It flied away. I don’t like sunshine either. I tried to reach the moth once again, just put my hand next to it while it was flying and it sat on my hand again. And took off again. I don’t like poeple either.