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And the people came
to gawp
around the forest fire that was spreading,
filming and chattering,
spluttering and coughing their lungs, full with residue,
embers fell heavy upon the congregation.
(As it turns out
they were the trees.)
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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