turn around
follow dark thick cord to the origin, deep in the fire. the forest burns, uncontrollable, unstoppable, a thick rich inferno. some fires seem weak, seem to beg for fuel, for oxygen, for heat. some fires are easily drowned with water or earth. this fire is not weak or small. this fire eats and breaths your dreams of cool breezes and rushing rivers and downpours. this fire
does not wait
for day
this fire takes the night
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