Pictures in the fire.
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Pictures in the fire. The sky was dark and stormy and a strong wind was blowing in from the North able to chill even the warmest of people. The raging fire broke into the sky, the vivacious oranges and reds were silhouetted against the night. It started to rain; the small cool droplets refreshing my skin after it had been unruly invaded by the heat from the rampant flames. The mixture of temperatures caused mischief with my body. The park in which I was standing was encircled by tall thin trees. The individual branches moved like the gnarled fingers of an elderly woman. At the far end of the park was the hustle and bustle of the rides, lit up by millions of minute fluorescent lights. The tanoy's voice broke out through the air shattering the peace, bringing me back to reality with a start. The fair had begun; the whirring of...

