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California Wildfires Special | "Scorched Earth"
https://youtu.be/VKCukl85r4k
Woman who escaped California wildfires returns to missing father's home
https://youtu.be/Lpi7GvO6FqY
California fire evacuee: All we could do was pray
https://youtu.be/fQ4813Pyc-0
Camp fire is deadliest wildfire in California's history
https://youtu.be/-6cLNpJMYcg
Death toll, number of missing rise in California's Camp Fire
https://www.cnn.com/2018/11/14/us/california-fires-camp-woolsey/index.html
Death toll rises to 56 in Camp Fire; 130 people still on missing list http://www.ktvu.com/news/guard-troops-search-for-more-dead-in-aftermath-of-wildfire
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A light is not a light, if it brought destructions to the people who live in perversity of nature’s deadliest torture, fires... reflections of the orange flames with octant heatwaves, is the sign of death, separation of the breathless body and those filled by fears, the fear of, breathing again, in an empty shell, sans the soul of courage, to move another step toward the light... an image of inferno of terror, may never leave the soul, who deemed free of death, for, now.
What time is it? For those flames to depart? If, it was delayed, as the sparks of light, may be the mistake, the mistake which suffocated many, into ashes, without a goodbye, to another dearest love, until, gone, gone, gone...
Flames rise and press, taken over each living hurdles, charcoaled every path, of light of life of death, in space it spreads, unto the realm of silence. Silent hill, silence is the way of the wind, gone from the endless tears...
Https, what more can it say? What else do it want? What may left behind?
A light is not the light, a flame, is still a flame, in way of sorrow.
#CAFires
-TonyT
November 14, 2018
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The air, has been hazy and murky, since the fire broke off last weekend; in S.F.Bay areas, we often forget about the destruction of human errors it may cause us, our health, our, broken souls...
We may pursuit the inevitable of desires, yet we overlooked the fundamentals that shape our world, those little things we thought was insignificant, those “minor details”....
No, we do not need the “donations to prove compassions”, or listening to the cry of heartbreak, in searching for love one, that’s missing...
What’s missing, is the soul of modern human beings, lost in the black hole 🕳, far, far away from inches by.
The air will be cleared away soon, the flames will be put off soon, the hearts, will not be healed, in a long long time... yet, flames, will return soon, in six months or so, as the cycles of life, continue.
A light is not the light, but the mirror, can reflect our soul, when the angles are right.
When the angles are right...
🔥🕸🦖🧩
California Wildfires Special | "Scorched Earth"
https://youtu.be/VKCukl85r4k
Woman who escaped California wildfires returns to missing father's home
https://youtu.be/Lpi7GvO6FqY
California fire evacuee: All we could do was pray
https://youtu.be/fQ4813Pyc-0
Camp fire is deadliest wildfire in California's history
https://youtu.be/-6cLNpJMYcg
Death toll, number of missing rise in California's Camp Fire
https://www.cnn.com/2018/11/14/us/california-fires-camp-woolsey/index.html
Death toll rises to 56 in Camp Fire; 130 people still on missing list http://www.ktvu.com/news/guard-troops-search-for-more-dead-in-aftermath-of-wildfire
—-
🔥⚡️💨🌎
A light is not a light, if it brought destructions to the people who live in perversity of nature’s deadliest torture, fires... reflections of the orange flames with octant heatwaves, is the sign of death, separation of the breathless body and those filled by fears, the fear of, breathing again, in an empty shell, sans the soul of courage, to move another step toward the light... an image of inferno of terror, may never leave the soul, who deemed free of death, for, now.
What time is it? For those flames to depart? If, it was delayed, as the sparks of light, may be the mistake, the mistake which suffocated many, into ashes, without a goodbye, to another dearest love, until, gone, gone, gone...
Flames rise and press, taken over each living hurdles, charcoaled every path, of light of life of death, in space it spreads, unto the realm of silence. Silent hill, silence is the way of the wind, gone from the endless tears...
Https, what more can it say? What else do it want? What may left behind?
A light is not the light, a flame, is still a flame, in way of sorrow.
#CAFires
-TonyT
November 14, 2018
=======
The air, has been hazy and murky, since the fire broke off last weekend; in S.F.Bay areas, we often forget about the destruction of human errors it may cause us, our health, our, broken souls...
We may pursuit the inevitable of desires, yet we overlooked the fundamentals that shape our world, those little things we thought was insignificant, those “minor details”....
No, we do not need the “donations to prove compassions”, or listening to the cry of heartbreak, in searching for love one, that’s missing...
What’s missing, is the soul of modern human beings, lost in the black hole 🕳, far, far away from inches by.
The air will be cleared away soon, the flames will be put off soon, the hearts, will not be healed, in a long long time... yet, flames, will return soon, in six months or so, as the cycles of life, continue.
A light is not the light, but the mirror, can reflect our soul, when the angles are right.
When the angles are right...
🔥🕸🦖🧩
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