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Fire (November 24, 2010)

In by Fannie on November 26, 2010 at 7:08 pm

That rock I chose and hefted yesterday, it is glowing red.  Flames fan out from below in a fiery inferno.  My face wants to succumb to the warm and does, but also doesn’t.  It’s too hot and just warm enough.  Sparks shoot upwards into glowing ribbons.  I can’t tear my smarting eyes away.  But it’s the smell of the burning wood that has me transfixed.  Fires stop you, and me.  Eyes glaze over in a way that peels back the walls you’ve erected. That’s the time you can read the worry lining his brow, the regret etched into her cheekbones.


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