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A firefly and whippoorwhils. Looks like it's going to be a bad year for ticks, though.
I like when you go outside at midnight, and you squat on your heels in the grass and look at the sky until you start to drowse, and you see stars on the edges of your vision, and when you wake up you feel like you're brushing stars out of your hair.
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I like when you go outside at midnight, and you squat on your heels in the grass and look at the sky until you start to drowse, and you see stars on the edges of your vision, and when you wake up you feel like you're brushing stars out of your hair.
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