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As I ran outside toward the dingy white pole barn, my heart was pounding in my chest. From across the yard, I could see thick white smoke billowing out of the open double doors. As I approached the barn, I could smell charred wood and burnt plastic. I stepped inside the doors and was hit with a blast of intense heat. Huge red flames were devouring all of my possessions. For a moment I froze and then ran in and grabbed the first thing that I saw, an old brown milk crate with some of my photo albums. Like a wildfire the flames roared with a ferociousness until all of my possessions were consumed. It looked like the aluminum siding was breathing due to all the heat. You could hear crackling sounds as the fire destroyed the wooden beams inside, then the loud crashes of them tumbling down. The smoke turned black filling up the air and our lungs, choking us and causing us to move back. All my daughter and I could do was cling to each other and sob tears of pain as we watched in horor our lives go up in flames. |
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