Come...sit by the fire,
watch the flames flicking up from the ash,
see how they dance ever so gracefully upon
a wooden pedestal,
Come, feel the heat fire brings from
nothing more than the wood and the air,
Come, listen to the popping of the burning sap
which alone can coax one into a comfortable
slumber,
Come, smell the unique scent of burning
oak as it slowly slips into nothingness,
So come, grab a seat by the fire and enjoy the
warmth it shares, and with it, share you most
valuable memories.
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