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Some summer nights as kids we smashed fireflies and rubbed the glowing remains on our bodies so we could see each other in the dark. The glow didn’t last long. Nor did the game. It never occurred to me that afterward the night sky was a little less light

@PaulCrenstorm • 21 SEPT 2020

Nine seconds to warm the applesauce for my mom’s

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