Thursday, 8 December 2011


To me the beauty of fireworks have always been that once the last ember fades gently into the night, that they are no more but for the memory held of the colour and spectacle and the ghostly wisps of smoke dancing in the heavens.

I will always remember, even if every last glittering spark is long forgotten by all those who exclaimed when they were bright.

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