4th Fireworks (“Shh!” Edition)

Happy 4th!

This: fire1

This splendor in this country:

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Here, they viewed this:

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Our 4th?

 

This:

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Um–Mom? What’s going on?

Visiting family, as we were in the middle of watching ‘Moana’, I cried: OMG TIME FOR FIREWORKS. And my FIL brought us here, to an eerie stretch of road bracing the Indian reservation.

And then, suddenly, this quiet flash of imagery:

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I posted on FB that we were the scene in ‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind’ when they’re waiting for the spaceships to fly by. And they flew.

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And it was?: Bliss.

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Thank you, Soboba Indians, for the show. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I know it was bigger and louder closer, but this was perfect: Surreal, remarkably different, totally unforgettable. And you gave me writing material.

Yours in memorable scenery,

PB

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About PB Rippey

Writer, wife, mother, activist, fortunate.
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