Well I know if you sell your soul, to brighten your role, you might be disappointed in the light
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Wildfire
The chaff burns, a smoky cloak of ash billowing to the east as the wind picks up. The prairies are still as night falls, waiting for the rain. Bison paw at the cooled soil, waiting for buds to push through. Nature has tilled and fertilized without breaking ground. Turning a
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