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The fireflies are out. It’s like God threw glow in the dark glitter into the sky around the house, in the forest, in the trees, in the road.
It is magic.
Le Lucciole (not prostitutes, which apparently is the same word)
23 Monday Jun 2008
Posted in Expat Life in Italy
Bumblings Of Miss Button 
I saw fireflies one time. In, like, Mississippi, or something. It’s still a memory I treasure.