Then, there is a wave of light. A million fireflies rise as Rowan steps through the field. Suddenly, I’m six years old again, Terra beside me. I gazed down into my palm at the lone glowing insect that hummed quietly in my hand. “Terra, why do they fly?” I asked. The glow in my palm fluttered as if it could fade at any moment. Terra narrowed her eyes in thought. After a few moments, she smiled as she gazed at the stars. “They fly because their time is limited. Because their light is too pure for just the ground. They need to share their joy with the world around them while they can.” I cupped
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