you smell something
burning, leaves perhaps.
a small fire in the dry woods.
you see the plume of blue
smoke rising through
the trees. you hear a gun
shot and see people
running. a woman scream.
you hear a siren
in the distance. the world
is full sirens, all being visited
in their own time.
burning, leaves perhaps.
a small fire in the dry woods.
you see the plume of blue
smoke rising through
the trees. you hear a gun
shot and see people
running. a woman scream.
you hear a siren
in the distance. the world
is full sirens, all being visited
in their own time.
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