'All that brightness falling, the sad, smoke smell, the finale that is never quite as magnificent as it should be.'
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
And then, in the Evening, Fireworks
'All that brightness falling, the sad, smoke smell, the finale that is never quite as magnificent as it should be.'
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