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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