fire valencia
We walked together once and she
told me how they just
watched from the windows
as the nearby mountains
burned. It started
like a cough over there and then
it spread, coated their
evening in Halloween
orange. This was in the
summer. She just left her
glasses off, looked at it
blur through the miles, and
went back to bed.
the horror was that
no one wrote about it.
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