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Day 340

Rewrite of something I wrote a long time ago...

I gasped for a breath of fresh air underneath the haze. In a moment of desperation, I hurdled toward a window in an attempt to release myself. When I looked out the window, all I could see was the hazy ash in the sky and a faint maroon glow on the horizon. I didn’t realize at the time that the faint, somehow beautiful glow was a rampaging fire, and it was heading straight towards us.

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