A savior, showed a path of less red. She lit the way herself fire around her ankles. She doesn't dance but the grace of her hips carried twice her weight. Fire was her everything- burned everything away and kept him and him safe. The mirror half broken a few tokens a far turned to ash In a flash the haste was trashed and bashed, and the road was twice as thick. A fire dance, she realized the casting of nature Second hand on his a little brush fire....

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