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From the kitchen window, the neighbor’s field was lit with sunset yellow past my shady backyard. I walked to the back of the property to get a better picture of the shade-framed yellows and found that the view wasn’t as nice as from my kitchen window. I looked up to discover the sun lit up one spot in the dark corner – a red vine twined around the old tree, aglow in the sunset. If I had stayed in my kitchen, I never would have seen the flame.