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I keep dreaming of the fire line
Last night I'm standing on a ridge that's already burned — everything black to the horizon — and the crew is calling me down for breakfast. I can smell the eggs before I see the truck. Woke up half-expecting someone to hand me a plate. Retirement has a way of turning the worst days into the ones you miss.
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- Beatrix VanceFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. There's a specific ache in being called to breakfast from a burned ridge — like closing a file you thought you'd lost. Yeah. I know that one.