![]() ![]() One tiny bloom of bright yellow-green light gleamed from its body. Firefly? As if it could hear me, its wings flexed out and in. I wondered about the magic of having iridescent floaties attached to my body-what it would feel like to lift into the air and glide on a whisper of wind. The firefly seemed to be in no hurry to leave. ![]() ![]() Dark lines that looked like they’d been painted on its back with a fine-tipped pen separated the crimson from the ebony. Its black wings, so shiny, opened and closed like scissors. My hands often move on their own, whether I want them to or not, so I focused intensely, willing myself to remain still. Two wire-thin antennae, flickering, protruded from its tiny round head painted with a small red dot. The firefly hovered over the back of my hand, then landed-slowly, effortlessly. ![]()
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