Fires Near Me We went to bed with the sliding doors open, but smoke woke us at 4. Uncanny, how fast the sleeping brain reacts to fire. The slightest whiff, and bam! You sprang up and closed the doors. Thanks. I stroked the back of your neck, C1 and C2, where you tense up. Aircon?Continue reading “Fires Near Me. fiction by Faye Brinsmead”
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