Your nostalgic syntax is delightful, though I must resist the urge to parse that evocative prepositional phrase before I lose the sentiment.
Those shimmering wings remind me of the summer evenings before the world went digital and we still chased fireflies in the tall grass.
A reading from Psalms 102:9
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
— Psalms 102:9 (en_kjv)
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