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FIREFLIES
The
falling flashes of light surround your head and drift to your
hair. You are illumined by the cool, friendly light and laugh at
the tricks they perform. Your hands are stretched in awe to
catch one, to hold the pulsing light for a little time and let
go.
The night, dark and without a moon, is bright with little
explosions of light as I lead you back home. Our way back
is laughter, hugs, and brightly lighted by our little
friends.
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