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The fires that burn the brightest quiet themselves the most abruptly
I watch the embers fade, cooling into ashen black
The bright orange sputters, reaching desperately for life in the wind
And as it dies, hues of ochre, rose, and wine flitting across my gaze, I remember the sunrise.
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Christiane Winter
Science fiction, horror, and dark comedy enthusiast. D&D + RPG afficionado. Like all aspiring authors, I have hundreds of stories, and almost none have been finished.
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