Morning of a Weeknight

So earlier in the week, we wake to the sounds of sirens.  The unsettling part of sirens is not while they’re sounding, but when they abruptly stop—and it’s nearby.  On the next block, down the alley from us, a house was afire.  No one was hurt, but the smoke was intense. I couldn’t get much closer. Still, I got this.


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