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Apr 2017
When the wind bullied the dry bushes, wanting to throw them down, but the bushes didn’t give in and stood up against this insult,
so the the wind got mad and called upon the clouds,
but the trees took side with the bushes, and started
to push back, unimpressed by their
thunder, and the clouds
snapped
and sent down a lightning bold
striking the bushes, who started to hiss in
despair, but the flames got furious and high, not taking
it from the wind, screaming back at everybody, louder and louder, and the tree trunks started to fall in each other's arms
squeaking and hollering in despair, and the
clouds, regretting their temper
started to sent down the rain
to clam things down,
but it was too late
to stop it
...
*WILDFIRE
Conflicts start small but escalate, and when we have a full blown fight, everybody will be sorry and nobody can stop it...just like a wildfire.
Jawad
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Jawad  40/M/Iraq
(40/M/Iraq)   
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