Celebrating Freedom, But I Never Felt So Captive
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Elle Emm
on July 9, 2008 at 07:52 pm
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Celebrating Freedom, But I Never Felt So Captive
It was about ten years ago, when the streets of Brooklyn were like the Wild West on the Fourth of July. It was a given that the fireworks would be plentiful and boisterous, that once dusk came the streets would be consumed with a smoky haze and small explosions would fill the sky with blinding colors screaming their way upward and then falling delicately through the darkness…
It was about ten years ago, when the streets of Brooklyn were like the Wild West on the Fourth of July. It was a given that the fireworks would be plentiful and boisterous, that once dusk came the streets would be consumed with a smoky haze and small explosions would fill the sky with blinding colors screaming their way upward and then falling delicately through the darkness…
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