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and helps people get well.
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Stocky fellow, wasn't he?
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With strong upper arms,
and one of those barrel chests.
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Bald, too, if I'm not mistaken...
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and even out there
at the lake in the summer...
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when he had his one
measly week of holiday a year...
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he walked around in
his white shirt, didn't he?
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No tie... he'd roll his sleeves up
when the weather was particularly hot,
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but still that's how you
see him in your mind, isn't it?
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Your father in his white shirt.
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Stop it...
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Don't do this to me.
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So there you'd be, you and Franz,
running around the backyard
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of the house by Echo Lake
trying to catch fireflies
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and put them in your jars.
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It was so magnificent,
holding that jar in your hand
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with all those
flickering lights inside.
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And of course the more fireflies
you caught and put in the jar...
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the more impressive and beautiful
the lantern would be.
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The problem was you weren't
very good at catching fireflies.
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Everytime you reached out for one,
it would suddenly go dark
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and then another would light up
somewhere else,
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distracting you from
the first one just long enough
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to lose track of where it was,
1:11:23
and then you would
go after the second one
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and the same thing
would happen all over again.
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And again, and again.
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Meanwhile, your big brother, Franz,
who was three years older than you,
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would be snaring one
incandescent bug after another.
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His jar would be glowing
like a small temple of dreams.
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And again and again you
would come up empty-handed.
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It drove you into
spasms of frustration.
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Finally, in your sniveling,
abject little way,
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you'd resort to tears,
raising such a fuss