Firefly

Magical as fairy dust, they danced.  Their backdrop, a canopy of trees standing tall and  black against the moonlit sky.

Below, hidden among the ferns, children whispered and waited as the neon points of light pulsated and drifted ever closer to the ground.  With arms out stretched, they captured the light. And in turn, they lost the fairy night.

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kietie

Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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