Wildfire
(This was written two years after the Labor Day 2020 wildfire in my part of Oregon. Doubtless it was written and rewritten countless times, as one rewrites all one's own stories.) Every breath of air seemed to hold a fullness. Wandering the forest paths, damp each morning... ferns nestled happily, some clinging to the sides of trees, others tucked into the forest floor. Thick beds of moss clambering over long-fallen...
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