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Physics of Fire

We drove along the edge of the burn line, right down to the Columbia River, 70 mph with the windows rolled up. One month and 50 percent-contained, the air tasted like char and the sea. Saw where fire fell upwards and cascaded into wind, jumped

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Let’s work this out in the dark. I find you, you find me. A snapshot under a streetlight’s warm brim, small furred mouths taking moth bodies whole. Intimacy is blood in the pitched chambers, trace and return, the long-foretold figure-eight of oxygenated rush. It requires