July 5, 2024
Last night erupted with fireworks, distant and close, the close so close rockets exploded over my yard, launched, I think, from the parking lot of the apartments, or possibly from the lawn of 62, my old home. The smell of gunpowder drifted into the windows. Luckily I like fireworks. If not, it would have been a rough night.
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