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![]() " The Fireplace " Your countenance soothes, beckoning wounded spirits ~ draw nigh and know peace. Mortared depths aglow, fiery offspring hypnotize... inferno of ghosts. Tongues of fire leaping, whispering at their apex flickering secrets. Transfixed by your tales, lost in the flames you ensconce, memories kindled... like your molten breath, they, too, shimmer and caress, warming frozen hearts. Distractions consumed, smoke their destined legacy... your embers burn on.
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