Oct 2019
Wood dissolves into nothing
A mountain of ash
Grey wind tomorrow
Heat simmers in the air, shivering
Gather round
Flames flicker
Reaching out for ripe branches
Trees bow at the flames
A mountain of ash
Grey wind tomorrow
Heat simmers in the air, shivering
Gather round
Flames flicker
Reaching out for ripe branches
Trees bow at the flames
(25/F/London)
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