Julie Brooks Barbour

September 18, 2012


The wind carried smoke into her town two days after the fire began.

It was ravenous. She knew that hunger. If it were like hers, it would

not be contained. That fire would race over dry pine needles, scorch

trunks, drive birds and mammals out. She read that rangers were creating

back fires and flying scoop ship planes over the forest. She breathed

in smoky air, deliberated driving to meet it, just to watch.

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