I looked out the window and see the golden hills. I watch the horses run freely across the hills wishing that I was one of those horses, to be free and alive. All at once gray clouds clogged my memories and the smell of smoke brings me back to reality. There was a slight orange glow in the distance, but swarms of people running in every direction blocked the orange glow from my sight...

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I forgot what the prompt was for this but it was about fire.

My friend says I'm a butterfly because I wear them on my shirt all of the time.