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From her perch at the apex of the Ferris Wheel, Felicity watched as the fireworks burned golden tails against the matte black sky. With each explosion, it looked like paint brushes of wheat, the chaffs sprinkling and sparkling against the dark canvas.
Arpad Nagy
✍ Posy Churchgate
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Lovely use of the colours
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