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Sunday, November 4, 2018

Black Smoke Rising

A Dream From The Past




     I'm at work. Somehow, the recycling factory catches on fire. I start helping all the line workers outside. I run back inside, and everything is ablaze. I take one last look around to make sure no one is left behind. Since I don't see or hear anyone, I exit the building. All of the workers watch as the factory burns. Dream ends.

I wake up

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