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Fireworks before the Fourth. And below it.
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Somebody is setting off fireworks on the street level just a few blocks from my apartment. I thought the sound was thunder at first, until I looked out the window and saw the sparks and trails of light flashing through the narrow streets. It's beautiful, but almost vertiginous. The ground is not the place for fireworks - it's like glancing out an airplane window to see a pig trotting merrily along through the clouds. Not to mention the deep-seated knowledge of just how dangerous this must be. Most of the surrounding buildings are taller than the fountains of light exploding around them, and I don't envy the residents.

Well. Not much.

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