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sticks and coal

fire doesn't always burn out. once it's there, it is always there. it may not still be roaring, but embers have a way of incinerating you, just at a slower pace. that's why i always keep a canister of gasoline handy- you never know when you need to douse yourself to feel alive.
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Jul 20, 2020
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