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There were two fireflies last night, the sound of wind brushing trees that sounded like Mama Ocean's swell and the cold that seeped through 2 layers of thermal clothing and skin It would be a mistake not to notice the insect's twinkling little behinds, realizing they were like stars within my reach but not quite It would be a mistake not to listen to wind song and know ocean and mountain are one It would be a mistake not to allow myself to welcome this comforting coldness and not be silenced, not to stay still and breathe. Here March 10, 2021