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Wow. I don't know. God has been so good to me, there have been many, many good, happy times in my life. Honestly, I'm quite content in the present, despite feeling waves of nostalgia from time to time. But if ever offered the opportunity to relive one moment...
Before we moved South, I used to live in the suburbs of a small city in New England. One evening the summer before we moved, my dad and I took the dog for a walk around several blocks after nightfall. Most of our journey was illuminated by street lamps, but as we climbed a hill, there was a curve in the road untouched by their beam.
Here we would pause to gaze upon the quiet meadow surrounding the corner, awestruck at the sight before us--fireflies, thousands and thousands of fireflies, among the waist-high grasses, like a reflection of the stars in the night sky above.
And then, after drinking in the wonder, basking in the stillness of the night, we departed the meadow to make our way back to the bustling little city.
We always intended to go for another walk that summer the fireflies were so abundant. We never did.
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