As Usual

 Once upon a time, when the air was colder and the nights more dark, a fire gleamed in the distance. 

    It moved and crept and finally it swept, the whole world engulfed in it's flames.

    When the flames died, all that remained was char. For a time.

    Until the first shoot rose. The thought of fire died a death made only by forgetting.

    And, as usual, the world went on.

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