Week 43 ended in blazes with back to back days of burning brush and punk wood. The brush was the result of storm damage through the years, but the punk wood was pure procrastination on my part. It got dark a lot sooner than I planned, so I had to put the fires out before they could burn themselves away.
Watching fire, and being hypnotized by it, made it appear to me that the human spirit is a lot like fire, though not in words that I can articulate.
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