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The fire reached and climbed higher up the mountain; quickly racing from one tree to the next. Competing, grinning expressions displayed when one wins and the other dies down in defeat. The angry fire stares back with amused, dark eyes; laughing as the wind helps destroy its very familiar surroundings. Glaring deep into the night, waiting upon the minutes and hours until the suffocation of nothings begins. As the wind blows higher and faster, the smoke from the burnt nature fills the sky. And it causes the horrid fire to run faster towards the highest peaks to jump helplessly into the ocean below. Dying off quickly, the fire knows it will return again: waiting to leave its signature as so many times before.
September 14, 2001