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Fires climb the hills,
Smoke drifts through an open door,
Still, I do not move.
About the Creator
Siege A.
A neuroscience student with fantastical ideas that have no place in science (at least not yet:)).
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By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
I like the tension in this. The image of fire advancing while the speaker remains still creates a quiet but unsettling commentary on how people respond to growing danger.