Turn here at the freckle

Tonight a firefly and I became friends. My smell maybe, their peaceful nature? Have you ever noticed how easy they are to catch? They don’t fling and jerk like other insects. They don’t mind being touched, being cupped. He mapped my fingers to no end for 20 minutes while I talked with a friend. Caught in arm hair, transferring hands, wandering the same expanse of skin. There’s much I can learn from him.

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