#192 The delicate story of a simple neanderthal fellow

Fire hot.

Fire tall.

Hot tall fire swallows all.

Flickers bright.

Flicker long.

Bright long flickers dance in song.

See it glisten.

See it spark.

See the way it lights the dark.

Growing fast.

Growing bright.

Growing darkness into light.

...

Fire gone.

Wood is cold.

Cold dark wood is sad to hold...

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