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My first national holiday spent in New York. The fireworks were a reminder of how absolutely wondrous it is that I am here...they lit up the sky, their sounds reverberating off of the city and sounding like the firing of canons. The windows caught the reflections of the display and it appeared as though someone were running up and down the stairs of all the surrounding buildings, flipping on and off light-switches. I was reminded of a certain painting, though not the one shown, which I am mentally attributing to Turner whose ability with brush and color matches my thoughts at the moment.
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