On the day of the second cloud, the circle of fire expanded rapidly, the phone rang: Get out, right now. I stood with a friend’s 12-year-old daughter on a nearby mound and watched the flames gnaw the sage uphill road across the river, terrified, helpless, the smell of the forest disappearing from their noses. me, and how I consider other things. Thoughts that were solid in life also slipped away.
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