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The house was on fire.  No one knew how or in which room it originated in, but that hardly mattered now seeing as the entire structure had become a frizzy haired cube of orange and red, a stark contrast to the blackness of the sky.

            Everyone that had been inside the house at the time the fire started was evacuated safely, and now stood at a distance of fifty yards on the rain-soaked front lawn. The neighbors were there too, offering words of condolences and flashing distraught faces at the appropriate times, towards the appropriate people.

            “Thank goodness the fire hasn’t spread, I’m sure it’s due to the rain we’ve had all afternoon”  said Mrs. Bundley to no one in particular. A few people nodded and made small noises of assent.

            Among those gathering around the site of a tragic event there is, underneath the sympathy and horror and offers of future aid, an undercurrent of profound thankfulness.