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  • One summer night, many years ago, I discovered a hidden glade filled with fireflies - hundreds of them - as far as the eye could see. My eyes and my body understood, for the first time in my life, how stories of fairies and little people began. I could not stop looking. My mind bent and warped under the weight of the sheer gorgeousness of endless, flickering lights in the darkness.

    The next spring, as I was walking through those same woods, I noticed hundreds of violets covering the ground beneath which the fairy lights had danced, the summer before.

    And then I knew. The violets give birth to the fairies.
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