They always looked smoky for a reason. There was always a haze that hung over and around them. The Great Smoky Mountains. As the man and the woman looked at from the ruins of what used to be their home, the haze now was real smoke. The remnants of the terrible fire that had swept their beautiful mountains a few days before and claimed their home.
The town below devastated. Their dog and pet pig gone. All their treasures gone. Thousands of acres of timber and wild animals gone. Everything they loved but each other.
“What now?” he asked, his face crumbling, as he looked at her.
She sighed as she looked with love at his aging face.
“Are you game for rebuilding and helping out here?” she asked. “We need to help put this place back together again.”
His face broke into a smile.
A tribute to the people, animals, and The Great Smoky Mountain National Park after the East Tennessee Fires. The cause – arson.
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