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Karen S. Bonnell's avatar

My grandfather lived on a farm in Lost Creek, W.VA Summer visits included the magical fireflies, caught and placed in glass jars in hopes they'd survive the trip north, back across the Ohio and on to the Detroit area. Sweet memory. thank you.

Anna Vinson's avatar

My enslaved fireflies were rings and bracelets and turned my shirt into a bejeweled masterpiece! Thanks for bringing that back.

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