I walked briskly toward the billowing smoke. A few minutes later, I stood on a pedestrian/bicycle path and watched a fire blazing 20 yards and 20 feet below me. Flames engulfed the shanty and the blackberry patch surrounding it. A power pole that had braced the shanty was also burning, Electric wires had snapped free and were flying around, sparking and crackling.
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