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  • She lit a match in the darkness and the flare was amazing. She carefully moved it to the wick and upon contact, the wick began to sizzle and spark. Spurting at first, then rapidly taking off. It hit the rocket and off it went, whistling into the summer night sky. There was a bang that startled the horses in the paddock below the house. I could hear them running and stomping in the darkness.

    “Let’s do another” she said, and I quickly agreed.

    This time the first match failed to light, but the second one worked, touched to the wick, and sent the rocket sailing up into the summer night sky, trailing sparks as it whistled. Again the pop jolted the horses in the near distance. They ran about, pounding the ground.
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