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Forest Fire Roundel

Forest Fire Roundel The forest’s a pyre of crackling heat bombers are buzzing, flame fighters for hire glisten black sweat as they hack, spray and beat. The forest’s a pyre. Crashing through undergrowth, vaulting barbed wire squirrel, deer, raccoon dash a panic retreat to the roar of the fire-wind, flames leaping higher. Wildfire fighters resist… Continue reading Forest Fire Roundel