My brother wanted to make magic art, illusion. On the fourth of July the trees were all lit up with fireflies and everything smelled like sweet grass and smoke, our wide wet lawn singed by dropped sparklers and ground spinners.
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My brother wanted to make magic art, illusion. On the fourth of July the trees were all lit up with fireflies and everything smelled like sweet grass and smoke, our wide wet lawn singed by dropped sparklers and ground spinners.
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