It was a ritual held once a year. Usually at the end of summer. Around the time of a full moon. People of all ages would gather by the coast and with almost religious reverence quietly place the one they brought and lit onto the water.
The paper lanterns would first fill the surface of the water like floating candles. In the midst of the night, it was a calming sight.
Then another series of flying lanterns would be released into the sky.
It was a symbol of hope, of light taking over the darkness, of optimism and ever-present life.
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