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Oct 2011
Yellow flame and red fire,
Orange plumes against dark green needles,
Fire dancing as the wind blows it,
A rustle not a roar or crackle,
Fire cool and cold,
But bright with colour,
Ranging yet staying still,
The fire of autumn.
Bethany Lorekeeper Davis
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