By Frances Levine
Four times in my New Mexico life I’ve smelled the acrid smoke, scanned the roiling skies, and waited anxiously for summer monsoons to quell fires on the Pajarito Plateau.
The first time — the summer of 1977 — seared my deepest memories of the damage wildfires can do and how dangerous and strategic the work of fire crews must be.
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