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I sat beneath the old saffron willow, crumbling leaves to dust in my soft palms. Autumn creeped in once again, setting the trees on fire and carrying their leaves away with the cool wind. I looked across the dirt road, at the old, blackened house, bathed in sunlight. The peeling paint leapt out like specks of glitter into the wind. Years of memories were still trapped within its walls. More than the leaves caught fire.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
lifeasalyric
Firehouse
I sat beneath the old saffron willow, crumbling leaves to dust in my soft palms. Autumn creeped in once again, setting the trees on fire and carrying their leaves away with the cool wind. I looked across the dirt road, at the old, blackened house, bathed in sunlight. The peeling paint leapt out like specks of glitter into the wind. Years of memories were still trapped within its walls. More than the leaves caught fire.
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