Smoke Signals
It is through fire we purify
By Mary E BradburyPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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ash falls smoke rises
flames consume until sky rains
soaking thirsty roots
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About the Creator
Mary E Bradbury
I wrote my first short story at 13 and it became like breathing for me. Pages and pages of a thousand streams of consciousness. Then life got in the way. My kids are now teens and I am compelled to share them. I have to breathe again.
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