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Just a quick note - our back yard woods is full of fireflies. I don’t remember them being out so early before. The thin bottom crescent of the moon is the perfect touch. Stars are twinkling. Two large owls are chasing each other, with loud hoo-koos and their wings’ whoshing. Despite the thick dusting of greenish yellow pollen covering everything, is cool and bright and luminous. Absolutely magical.