Fire kills everything.
Fire ruins everything.
Fire engulfs everything, consumes everything, destroys everything.
And yet, after a fire, a forest begins to emerge again. After a fire, a community emerges again. After a fire, a phoenix rises again.
I thought I’d lost everything. No, I knew I’d lost everything. But after the fire, only after that horrible fire, did my wings emerge.
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