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Nov 2016
The gentle smell of smoke
I watch it curl out of crystal
and slowly snake
towards the ceiling

The flickering light
casting moving shadows
across the room
bringing darkness to life

The sound of thunder
in the distance
and the dripping rain
falling on the sidewalk

The green oil
in its container
slowly drawing
up the wick

Providing light
and comfort
to the family
huddled around
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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