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| log burning fire |
when he listened to the sound of it, he felt alien, as if he was a visitor to his own soul, staying the week-end, no longer. it was a noise like a baby when it emerges into the world, or a wolf's howl when the moon is as full as a pregnant woman. an utterance that freezes one in their tracks. if he screamed, laughed, cried, and prayed all in the same voice it would be this very sound. |
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