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| | SUSAN AGER: Fireworks, with music, stir memories |
 | | What lingers best about fireworks is where we watched them, and why, and with whom, and what it meant to be there beneath blooming chrysanthemums. |
 | | When I was 16, in love, I witnessed my first fireworks over the Detroit River, lying on my back on a blanket we spread at dusk on a Jefferson Avenue median. |
 | | In 1991, having moved to Detroit to be with a man I loved, I watched the fireworks on TV from home, curled on the sofa with him. |
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