Dawn. An orange, smoky sky. When the world ends, won’t you come to see me by and by?
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Categories: A Few More Scratches
Tags: Dawn, Environment, Letters, Smoke, Wildfires
William Michaelian
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Ein Gedanke, so allumfassend, so unwirklich und doch nachvollziehbar…
Darüber denke ich noch nach…
Liebe Grüße,
Edith
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Sometimes words are like fire. We can stand together and warm our hands by them. And sometimes they are a little too smoky and hot. Thank you, Edith.
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