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"A wildfire does not have any choice regarding whom it falls in love with! It is too far out of control," he paused, his eyes concerned. "Just as a tree has no choice but to fall for a wildfire. Flames are undeniably beautiful and full of such intrigue." He smiled, his thoughts showing upon his small face. "I fell in love with a wildfire, and I had forgotten that I was but a tree," he said.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
When the Little Boy Finally Spoke
"A wildfire does not have any choice regarding whom it falls in love with! It is too far out of control," he paused, his eyes concerned. "Just as a tree has no choice but to fall for a wildfire. Flames are undeniably beautiful and full of such intrigue." He smiled, his thoughts showing upon his small face. "I fell in love with a wildfire, and I had forgotten that I was but a tree," he said.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
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