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Happy 4th of July.
Fireworks are not only beautiful but are terribly sad. Watching them alone from a dark bedroom makes you feel quite alone and empty. Fireworks should be enjoyed on a blanket in the grass with the one you're totally devoted to. My last 4th of July for awhile here. I wish I could have spent it with you. I am sure there will be a time where we are back here for one of them. But I am thinking about the now, the moment at hand, this very instant when I feel so far away from you.
I keep my hope next year will be better. We will make our own fireworks snuggling up and keeping warm in the odd July Australian winter.
Such is life.
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