A young girl once spent her days living among the fireflies and on warm summer evenings she would play under the light of the moon.
A breeze would blow in new adventures. The wheat rippled, swayed and rocked under this silvery light igniting her imagination.
Laying on the grass looking up at the stars, and watching the fireflies dance she dreamed that she too could fly.
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