When I was young I'd follow them through the underbrush, seeing them again is exactly as magical as I remember, just as mysterious and beautiful, like they are carrying little lanterns. Still not as many as when I was kid but saw a few dozen at gloaming near the woods a few nights ago
Lot's wife would be so salty
Writing is hands down the stupidest way to make money anyone could come up with, it's pennies an hour if you're lucky.
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