Like this:

What was that? A flash out of the corner of your eye as you walk the creepy, dark dim fire lit paths to the campsite. Quick flashes of horror movies flash through your head, your alone (strike one), it’s dark (strike 2!), there it is again! Shivers run down your spine as your pace quickens with the heart rate. No, you were just seeing things, there wasn’t a flash of light out there.. Again! Then one brilliant light flashes in front of your eyes. Blinded for a moment, you jump – startled, only to finally have it register that your going to be just fine.  Slowly reaching out for the soft blinking light, it flutters in your hand, blinking on and off again as it wishes to. The tiny legs tickle the skin as it climbs along a finger, you hold it up to look it over in the crimson and golden light of the fire. A small, dark bug. One that you hadn’t seen in ages long past. Again it flashes it luminous signal, charmed, you end up watching it explore it’s new moving ground and remember a past, when it felt like the nights were longer, sweeter, and filled with such mystic ambiance. When 10 pm was so very late to be up, let alone being outside at that hour and wishes were granted upon those fairy lights! Still smiling as the lightening bug flutters off, the night now seems to hold a piece, a ghost of that past.

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