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where fences once quilted farms black blankets shroud the earth woven in seared buttons charred stumps in place of trees

lace vineyards become blackened threads still holding shape but nothing to yield crochet homes lost to the flames devastating loss of life, unspoken grief


the community interwoven cannot be easily unpicked determined to form fresh patches and string christmas lights anew

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