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Fire Spirit

First match strike of Autumn and the small iron stove crackles and purrs, its orange eyes alive and searing.  Vivid, intensely dancing, it leaps from its cage, swelling and stretching from its long Summer sleep. My home honors its arrival. Stay with me here, dear heart of winter, hold me and mine until Springtime.

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