![]() "I lit a fire, the first this year, partly to warm friends in part to rekindle memories... Morning fires had meaning -- to light your smile, to warm your hands, to comfort your robed body... Evening fires were different, a luxury of sorts for warmth was already ours; an intermezzo between day and dreams. Logs crackled, embers glowed and sparked a quiet joy, an enchanting time ..."
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