At the strike of the clock….


Navy sky hovered over the southern cross and Always Chum sat around a garden table with some of her friends. They had glow stick lanterns and fairy lights dangling from the oversized umbrella, while they themselves brightened their crevices with glow sticks and clutched their fingers around little sticks. As they chanted, 5… 4… 3…  2… 1… they lit the sparklers and began a merry dance around the suburban garden as the city beyond the fence lit up the night sky in all flavours of green and gold. 


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