Flames dance a rapid rhythm, greedily consuming oxygen.
Sacrificial cylinders of ash and elm, no longer grappling with earthy roots.
Soft pages between my fingers whisper their secrets through portholes of ink.
Wandering thoughts, new characters to discover. A premise of love story – a warm slipper. Perfection.
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Beautiful post. The picture makes me want a book and a fire.
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Aw .. hope you find something similar if not quite the same and soon. There’s nothing like a few quiet minutes with a good book 🤗
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