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Aug 2015
The ax chips away at the skin of the wood
The moldy parts that are no longer good.
(Useless)
If the wood should keep me warm throughout the winter nights, I need it to be of the best quality.
As I do my dance around the fire and chant empowerment into my limited being.
I am blessed with the removal of obstacles.
Dead weight that I had carried.
(Renewal)
I can dance for myself, I can travel through time on my own and I can burn like the strong fire before me.
Christian Ek
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