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July 4th and the Web Footed

Works of fire and thunder flower the surface of a dark river. When the rockets are dead-eyed and spent, muffled calls remain - a flap and gabble, of the peevish and ruffled. Night stumbles over the edge of gunpowder clouds. Ducks deliver themselves to the dark-dinged sky. Distant cannons sigh.

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