As the dark night sky blazes with color and smoke, ash from the colorful display floats gently down on thousands of heaven-tilted eye.
Chords of patriotism sound from the strings of the symphony to combine with the booming of fireworks to shake the earth.
Hundreds of tiny flashes of light from cameras struggle to capture the moment, all light combining to illuminate stone faces enshrined in monuments of respect.
The lights flash, melodies sound, and eyes turn toward heaven, all combining in one moment of thanks to those faces of stone who came before, who paved the way that we might live as we do; that we might not struggle in vain for that which they dedicated their lives:
Freedom.
Each flash of light, each chord that plays, each gazing eye can do so because they are free.
In awe, in thanks, indebted to them: the founding fathers of our freedom.
Let freedom ring.
Let freedom ring.
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