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Yesterday, I looked at the sky during sunset and it was almost magenta. While in awe of the beauty, I wondered how much smoke contributed to it. Early this morning, someone texted me a photo of a small fire in the hillside behind my apartment. I shuddered to think we might be next. The fire was quickly contained. For now, where I live, life moves on. As I write this, it’s Friday night, a weekly time for me to have hope. I’m depending on it.
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