An Ink & Firefly Atelier
Where summer nights keep their small fires.
Fireflies touch the water.
The river remembers every summer.
Reeds lean over still water, keeping each small light like a held breath.
One stone lantern keeps watch while the small fires drift past.
They thread between the culms, stitching light into the dark.
The night doubles itself in the river; the fireflies do not seem to mind.
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Begin again from first dark, or follow the small fires into night.