Acceptance

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As we traversed the city, we realized too late that the avenue we expected to lead into the heart of the old business district led, instead, straight into the sun. We smelled it before we understood that our clothes were on fire. Now, we live on the fiery star because he did not provide a return path. The adjustment to life ablaze took some time, not surprisingly. We have accepted our fate.

published in July 2014 at The Newer York