Joe Hawke…the boy up a tree.

As I am sitting on a tree.  I hear the sounds of cries for help, glass breaking and crackles of fire. I look down from the tree to see houses on fire, mothers and children sulking on the grass. The taste of smoke, the smell of wood on fire. I feel disgusted and disappointed to see my house on fire and now demolished.

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