4th

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
A small memory of my cousin, Mari and I on the fourth of July

Submitted: September 06, 2014

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We ran outside in the cool night air. Our hair blowing behind us, our noses sharpening. Our warm fleece jackelts clutching onto our bodies as our party dresses breezed agains our open thighs. As we runed the corner to the open field that faced the lightf of Grand Rapids, up high, the start spangled banner flew free with us. Our bare feet dirty and cold stpped onto the wet grass. They lead us to what we were waiting for all night. The empty sky lit up with colors of red, blue, and purple. Our eyes bulged as there was another crack. The lights that sparked above us showered over our heads as we layed down on the wet grass with our freezing cold hands under our heads, a wamr smile creeping on our faces. 


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