The crying is worse today. On my way down to Kings Canyon, it started...something about these winding mountain roads.. Of course I have a reason...the devastating fire in the canyon. The smoke is so bad that I thought I might get hypoxia during the night. Now, as I descend, my sadness becomes heavier. It's true that forest fires are essential, but this one has become a bully of sorts. My heart is breaking for the innocent little creatures...I will continue downward to investigate...
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California Adventure
Short StoryA short story about facing loss and faking brave, adventure, laughs, cries, and a love affair (or two).
