One Thousand Fireflies
I gaze at the tiny, bright lights that are swarming around me, lighting up the forest like blazing orange flames. “Fireflies”, I breathe, talking to no one in particular. Suddenly I snap my hands shut , capturing a firefly to bring back to my tent which will be my home for the next three days. My feet crunch noisily on the pine floor, as I make my way back to the campsite. I search thoroughly through a crate of cans and jars, attempting to find something suitable. “Finally!” I exclaim, gently placing my firefly inside of the glass jar.
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