If you've never seen fireflies before, let me tell you how they looked like whilst in the middle of a huge silent lake, dark as night and still as a vacuum, on a reluctant boat, mosquito-infested and hand-made at best: blinking lasers, like little speeding cars on a highway in the dead of the night. Like lights on a Christmas tree, pale yellow and unassuming, luminous and awake. They are the stuff that magic is made of.
God has given us a very beautiful world. I will boast of my blessings.
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