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Flint
Flint Steel
Clack clash spark
Light the leaf, and glow
Cold and dim, fire’s very first trace
It grows, at first slow, then quicker a pace, consuming
Dazzling ashes eject from flames, dancing joyfully among gods, stars in the heavens
Embers’ soft purrs commend crackling logs, a symphony
Heat escapes as the fuel combusts
Warm and bright, delight
Stories by light
Goodnight
Gone
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