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[...] and catching fireflies in the evening and watching the stars in pyjamas and catching shooting stars and watching the fireflies mingle with the shooting stars [...] and running from the shadows of the clouds that pass over the field and running in the street trying to catch up with the mirage [...] and coming in for dinner with our knees scratched and our arms stung and hour hair full of spider webs [...] and playing in the school yard when school is over and making a fake game of baseball between true games of baseball [...] and spending the whole day in the pool and having our fingers all shriveled up and our eyes red and our lips blue and that feeling of water in the nose [...] and waking up at the same time as the sun and not even being tired and having our feet wet from the cold dew on the grass [...] and eating wild cherries that are so tart and eating wild strawberries that are so good and making a bouquet of wild flowers [...] and running through the wild grass taller than we are and finding our way through the corn field taller than the trees and crossing the ditch wider than a river [...] and going through the dog days of summer and no one is complaining and trying to stay barefoot on the pavement for as long as possible and jumping in the fresh grass to cool our burning feet [...]