One fair summer evening, in the gloaming of the day, Tink and I were down at Mama’s sitting in the yard swing.Not a lot was being said. We were just enjoying the quietness and watching the lightning bugs as they prepared for their nightly entertainment. Eyeing one, I remembered childhood summers when I’d take a Mason jar and chase them around the yard, trying to fill my jar. We punch...
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