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New Life
I lived somewhere at one time where there was a
terrible forest fire. It was close to the city and there was a
chance it could have jumped into the city (although it didn't) I
remember those nights when you could smell the smoke heavy in the
air and when you looked out into the dark night all along the tops
of the hillsides where the fire was trying to climb over you could
see a glow coming from the hilltops. Fires are terrible devastating
things, they can change the entire landscape you know, ruin homes
and lives. But with fire comes rebirth, from the ashes and tragedy
life still grows anew and continues hardly missing a beat. |
