Golden spray burst forth in the night’s sky as a rocket exploded in a flash of the brightest of lights. Dazzling red, blue and emerald sparkles swiftly followed, fanning out across the heavens and arching over the excited faces of the crowd below. An awesome array of bangs, cracks, whoops and wheezes filled the air […]
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