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"Lords of spirit, Lords of breath, Lords of fireflies, stars, and light, Who will keep the world from death?
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stars
light
world
spirit
death
fireflies
breath
blue-eyes
sight
night
eyes
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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It was still twilight when they reached the flat rock. They sat, and the stone still held the warmth of the day's sun. At first there were only occasional sparkles, but as it got darker Chuck was lost in a daze pf delight as a galaxy of fireflies twinkled on and off, flinging upward in a blaze of light, dropping earthward like falling stars, moving in contiuous effervescent dance.
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stars
fireflies
rock
sun
warmth
twilight
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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I walk in the direction she tells me. I feel my pores opening, sweat and heat radiating out of my body. A firefly dances in the distance, leaving tracers, and if I turn my head from side to side, I see long yellow-green streaks that cut through my vision and burn in front of my retinas even after the light that sparked them has gone. I emerge from the mango grove into a field. In the distance unseen trucks pass with a sound like the ocean licking the sand. A tracery of darkness curls into a starry sky, a solitary pipal tree making itself known by an absence of light, like a flame caught in a photographer's negative, frozen, calling me.
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nature
fireflies
pores
trace
pakistan
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Mohsin Hamid |
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Hermione was back, holding out a gossamer dress of rainbow chiffon so airy I thought of fireflies on a moonlight night.
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fireflies
fashion
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Ruth Reichl |