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Apr 2021
Wood fire smoke triggers memories
ancient the ancestors first fires,
pop and crackling, spit and hissing out the damp.
To sit around and be tribal faces lit up
a first society in the Milky Way
warming bones and warning other creatures
to stay away.
Written by
nivek
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