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The flame burns with colours I never thought it would. With each flare I know another of my possessions is alight. Even from all the way across the street its like a bonfire. I can almost imagine the kids throwing some potatoes on there in tin foil. But this is no celebration, this is the burning of all my celluloid memories, souvenirs of a life well spent and trinkets my father gave me from his long ago youth. How did it go up so fast without an accelerant? The wood is fast becoming ash and the vinyl siding is sliding down like chocolate in the summer heat. The smoke is being carried to the left by the wind, over the housing estate, raining down dirty ash like anti-snow. As the sirens become noticeable, wailing around the bypass, I imagine all the people I know rushing out to bring in the laundry. I watch like it`s on TV, not my house, my home