All is quiet, my lover and dog sleep as the Great Tennessee, hidden in darkness, rolls silently west, as will we today. The last of our fire, started two days ago, is fading embers. Humans use to travel with fire, a smoldering ember packed tightly in fiber to bring life to their new destination. I keep a flame going in our home in the west, year around the flame burns. I think it is the primal in me, that vestige against cold and dark that has so haunted humans and driven us to bank the essentials. The Ancient Text lies beside me—banking the Most Essential. The Fire is going.
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