Ladybird, Ladybird, Fly Away Home
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Melissa Saggerer
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We went to the woods to set fires. Clusters of neighborhood kids. We were small, and so were the fires, lit with matchbooks and lighters. Tiny piles of dry leaves. We stomped them out. It was like arm wrestling an uncle, testing the limits of what we could handle. Sometimes it got scary, stupid, but never too much for the soles of our shoes.