She was waiting for fireworks, not knowing that they'd already happened. She'd kept her eye to the same spot on the horizon, watching. But they were too far away to see, too far away to hear. There was a part of her that knew. Of course, she thought, why would I ever think I could see them from here? How could I? How could I?
She waited until morning. She gripped her blanket tight. And as the sun rose and daylight was a fact she told herself that was the reason. Of course, she thought, I could never see the fireworks by day. It isn't where I am. It's when I am.
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