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Mara had been coming to the Firefly Grove picnic for seven years, but this was the first time she wore a sundress. Mara’s eyes stung

People cheered. Someone lit a sparkler.

Firefly Grove was an annual potluck for queer folks in the tri-county area. It started years ago as a handful of trans people sharing warm beer under a willow tree. Now it drew hundreds: lesbians with coolers full of artisanal pickles, gay dads chasing toddlers, nonbinary teenagers trading pronoun pins, and elders in camp chairs who’d survived the worst of the AIDS years and stayed to tell the stories. “It took three tries

Later, as the sun sank low and someone started passing around a guitar, Lourdes stood up. She clinked a spoon against her glass.

Lourdes looked directly at Mara. Or maybe Mara imagined it. But the older woman smiled, small and knowing, and said, “We built this for the ones who were scared to come. And you came. So thank you.”