I remember when seeing a yard full of fireflies seemed like magic. A small backyard full of twinkling magical bugs. It was amazing to run through the yard and catch them and watch as they crawled through your fingers, tickling my skin, slowly blinking. Fireflies meant a summer evening. Freedom. Adventure. Curiousity.
When walking down the street and I see a firefly now, it brings me back to a time where life was simpler. Even just for a moment, just as long as the light of the firefly lasts, I can't help but feel carefree.
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