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Fireflies lit syllables across the meadow’s dark scroll, blinking Morse in molten sparks. I chased their brief verbs and thought: brilliance is not duration—it’s pulse, its brevity sharpening its blaze until one flicker brands more bright than hours of steady glow. Not all light lingers; some stuns, then flees laughing.
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