The World's Fire
There's a flickering light in the window tonight but a silence in the room. The rain dabs softly into the dirt marring the earth's own snow.
Beneath the thatch of man's own hands the fire hearth offers warmth. Without a fire there would be but cold no warmth, no strength, no life.
Embrace the fire, burn yourself black marks on your arms. They prove your carbon, your flesh and bone, that your heart was never stone. -RJ Heuser
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