“Paradise will never burn,” they swore.
The long-time locals were gathered on the ridge staring across the canyon at 23 thousand acres of flame and blackness. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen: a perpetual sunset, writhing and leaping against the night sky.
“Trust me,” the locals said, pontificating with their cigarettes and pointing with their beers. “The fire will never make it this far.”
Sarama Keum Sun 