Petals!. You are all that I am or hope to be—the celestial atom God put into me at the beginning. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. Furious shouting, and the thunder of running feet.
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