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  • I was born in Ohio, and our family lived there until I was seven years old. Surprisingly, I have quite a few memories of my early years in the Midwest: forts made of fallen leaves, tomatoes picked from my grandfather's garden, the humidity on summer nights while trying to sleep. One of my fondest memories from those early years is of looking for fireflies in the backyard with my younger sister. I don't have any photographs of our backyard, or of the jars we used as night lights, but I have a clear picture of running around in the dark unafraid, my sister not far away, and everywhere around us the soft, bio-luminescent flickers of fireflies calling us to flight.
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