i know a fireman (who looks after the fire)

[Kansas Sadira]

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Geneva; Sunflower Sunsets. The world was gray. Not only the sky, but the trees, too. They cast ghostly gray shadows on the ground and underbrush. Snow fell lightly; large, wet clumps melting to ice over the softer snow that had fallen the previous night. If he weren't so familiar with the area, Kansas was sure he could become lost in the weeping, gray landscape. He had always been skilled with navigation - he paid attention to detail, almost to the point of making himself sick in some instances. He barely noticed the cold. It would get much worse in the next weeks, but Crimson Dreams seemed able to take care of itself; its members were careful. He and Savina certainly had plenty of blankets in their room. Kansas couldn't help but grin when he thought of this, of the day she'd brought him those... blankets. As he loped through the snow, the boy looked down as if someone were there to see his sly smile. He was surprised when he began to notice the thinning trees. Several yards later, he found himself before an endless mass of tall, frosted stalks. Their flowerheads might have been cheery at one point, now with faces angled downward, empty sockets where seeds must have been last summer. Kansas felt their sorrow, almost; and he gazed at them with melancholy interest. They were gray, too.

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