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it occurred to me this morning as i was building a fire in the four-legged cast iron stove that my technique wouldn't win me any prizes from boy scouts i would have to say that the way i get around to warmth and light is similar to the way i do just about anything else a little of this and a little of that bits of paper strewn on the floor a handful of broom sweepings dryer lint a fervent wish for leftover coals from the night before a charcoal briquette or two kindling the dance that happens cause i forgot to open the damper peaceful meditation smoke in the living room another lit match and finally a flame and a crackle
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
building a fire
it occurred to me this morning as i was building a fire in the four-legged cast iron stove that my technique wouldn't win me any prizes from boy scouts i would have to say that the way i get around to warmth and light is similar to the way i do just about anything else a little of this and a little of that bits of paper strewn on the floor a handful of broom sweepings dryer lint a fervent wish for leftover coals from the night before a charcoal briquette or two kindling the dance that happens cause i forgot to open the damper peaceful meditation smoke in the living room another lit match and finally a flame and a crackle
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
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