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Jul 2016
My mother and I hurried outside to witness our neighbors shooting off fireworks. After a couple went off, it was over and I told her how short lived it was. We gazed at the stars and of course my immediate thought was you and how we were even more short lived than those illegal sparks in the sky.
We were a whole different kind of spark.
4th of July 2016
Cecelia K
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