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With the attention paid to melting ice shields, tourism becomes the new cottage industry.

The fire burnt down to cinders as the night wore on.

Father heard someone outside. We went out to see what was there. It was a lone airplane. Lost in the sky.

They hover like moths around a candle. Afraid to get to close. Afraid to get burnt. But that is the only way to appreciate art. And they refuse.