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the tinkle when I crush the coals in our wood heater in

the morning

the blue flame that swims among the embers

the soft sharp smell of the smoke familiar

the warmth on my face then

the split logs lying on their red bed

the thunk as I close the door

I peer at them through

the window of their hot

coffin

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