Logan Bruce!
Fourth of July
Happiness, singing songs around the dancing flames, as they were crackling; almost to the beat of the songs. Being blinded by the light, but not from the fire. Amazement, the dark blue sky was beautiful, the stars; in marvelous shapes, dipping my eyes into the vastness of space. Fearful, walking in the woods late at night, don’ t know where to turn, on every path, were branches, like arms waving me into their chorus of darkness.
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