12 thoughts on “Fire Respite”

  1. It was nice to wake up without the haze and the smell of smoke hanging dense in the air. I like it here in the city, far from the front. I remember 1983 as clear as a bell, it was like someone opened the gates to hell. Burning embers falling like snow and eleven year old me running around with a wet hessian sack smothering them where they landed. The heat was terrible, my uncle put me in a heavy wool coat soaked in borax solution. And then the heat exhaustion after, I was out of it for three days.


  2. Sorry, that was a long comment. And it was all about me and not you and your post. I suppose I just got emotional and carried away. Apologies, Cassa Bassa.


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