While the Burning West Burned
the morning glow of amber red in your eyes from smoke-filled skies and last goodbyes
Reflecton:
I wrote this end of summer ‘23, while the burning West burned. Every year when show season ends, the skies are fire red. That morning included my heart.
Writing Prompt:
Write a four line story of a last goodbye. Include your heart.
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