The night sky in our neighborhood. There are fireworks all around, but the neighborhood just south of us has a tradition of sending up lanterns. It is a beautiful scene, toward our heavens.
As I watched the last of the fireworks, I listened to "Momma Look Sharp" from 1776. It was a first for me: a moving reminder of the price paid for every day we have here. Especially this one.
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