After the great fire, everything straw was subject to the wind.
After the fire, we all decided never to take air for granted again.
We were in love with fleeting things, like afternoons and saltwater.
We got to thinking that maybe the great fire encouraged us like an uncle. We got to thinking, you know, about thoughts, how thoughts are encouraged by uncles. We hoped that fire never forgot us.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Great Fire
Posted by John D. at 9:33 PM
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