I will never forget the strange magic of fireflies. On warm summer nights, I could barely wait to witness the winged spectacle that came with twilight. My mother would carefully punch air holes into the lid of an empty jar and send me bounding into the dusk so I could capture them one by one. I couldn’t help but want to harness these living lanterns, although this inevitably shortened their lives. As I grew older, I learned to appreciate fireflies without needing to catch them.
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