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Sunrise

 This morning's sunrise is burning

    like Los Angeles.

Clouds rise to block colors

    as smoke from fire's source,

Ever-expanding

    to encompass the sky.

Sunrise beauty will fade

    as the city burns

To rise again

    tomorrow.


Photo by Janet. The sunrise had already begun to fade, but the picture shows the clouds. Please pray for all the people of Los Angeles: Father, please be with them. Please bring this horror to an end, and help as people build again. Amen

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