Fireflies
Every now and then something will happen that brings on good memories of my Dad. A couple of nights ago I was standing on the back porch and saw some fireflies, or lightning bugs, as we used to call them. I remembered back to when I was a little kid and my Dad would take us to the back porch and we'd sit and watch the fireflies. We wouldn't really talk or anything. But just sitting and watching them was cool.
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