I was born in Chile, raised in Utah, and I hope to someday write something worth reading. Be kind, seize the day, and love fearlessly.
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Written By: Aspen Gray
May 13, 2015
I see shattered shards of color, flying into the sky, sparklers like stars.
I hear pops and hisses, the applause of fireworks, my family’s laughter.
I feel the heat of the sparklers on my fingers, the cool breeze on my skin.
I smell cotton-smoke, fire and freshly cut grass.
I taste seasoning on steak, a cold glass of root beer, a smile on my lips.
I know, despite myself, another summer’s dying.