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August 11, 2007
Perseids –

At Lake Cumberland, my cousins and I were sleeping on the houseboat roof. Their dad was down on the small back deck. “Did you see that shooting star?!” he kept exclaiming at random intervals. Without my glasses, I couldn’t see anything; I retrieved them and watched the sky. Minutes passed. Then, “Turtle, you’re cut off. Those aren’t shooting stars. They’re fireflies.”

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My cousins again. All of us this time, strolling on the dark Carolina beach with only ghost crabs for company. Stars streak across the sky – one, then more. We watch in wonder, standing and staring until we’re chilled.