The full moon, faded and dim behind the scrim of smoke from fires all around us was the only light we had. We stepped on embers still hot as we ventured out of the cave where we’d taken shelter for 2 days. Geri coughed behind the neckerchief she’d tied around her nose and mouth. I reached for her hand. “Not yet,” I said. “Still too hot.”

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