01.01.05
here goes anything
The little round ones reminded me of mustard gas, with their coloured clouds seeping out in the wind. I was positive that if the wind changed we would scorch our lungs, but it was only smoke and a bit of colour. I loved those best though.
Were there any spirits, we must have scared them away, though at times the sound of a firecracker going off was like a mating call.
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