chapter  1
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As a young girl in Texas I spent the hot summer nights chasing and capturing fireflies and placing them gently inside an old mayo jar in order to preserve their beauty. Each night I slept soundly with the jar near my pillow and had mystical dreams of the magical, glowing creatures. And every morning I awoke enthusiastically, eager to see those treasured beauties. Yet, despite my continual efforts to keep them alive-by punching holes in the lid with an icepick to allow in the air and placing grass inside the jar for nourishmenteach new dawn produced the same outcome: a pile of dead fireflies.