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It's Summertime

by bails-b

The night sky lights up in a colourful array of blues, reds, yellows, greens. Spectators ooo and aaah over the display. Loud bangs makes the little children flinch and squeal in delight. Making memories with friends and family on these warm nights. Plenty of food in the coolers and the kitchen to share Board games on the table and lawn games on the grass to play. Fireflies twinkling and dancing on the front lawn at twilight. Campfires red and orange flicker softly in the dark, warming the coldest of feet those nights. Stories are passed on from generation to generation, and silly campfire tunes are sung and danced. It's summer time; ice pops to be eaten, laughs to be exclaimed, photos to be taken, friendships to be formed, and all-nighters to be pulled. It's summertime, yes, it's summertime.
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Jun 17, 2014
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