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I dont like school. I like fireflies. I remember when I was very young and in Deleware visiting relatives for vacation. I sat in my great grandmas house with all the usual great grandma decor around (70's brown) licorice carpet sand hair replicas heir of perplexed nondividuits. I invinted my own words even then. On her couch I sat facing East and gazed into her magical wilderness consisting of trees I had never seen before and the freshest grass that proved to be the greatest fabric ever manufactured. graizing this fabric was a family of rabbits. I saw how aware they were of their surroundings how my grandmothers wilderness was not a foreign spot as if they found themselves in my yard back home. waterfalls fell through my head when stars began to light up in her yard merely feet away. My grandma saw my amazement and got a jar out of her basement and happier than anyone she said go catch some. I leaped up with great haste to capture my own stars. I envisioned a galaxy settling around each as they whirled through the felt wilderness. I saw enormous rabbits 5 million times the size of our own star and had the most excited fright about it. When I had captured four or five I began my investigation. For these things lighting did not appear to be stars or anyones setting sun but rather just wild insects. I sat down with my hunters flashlight and ran my hands through the fabric. I saw a rabbit come into view just under the magical tree. His head then tilted slightly towards the sky and stayed fixed. When I looked to catch his fixation my heart lit up as I saw the moon was hanging from thread, a mirror and in the mirror a giant insect full of fire dancing through its night.