Each evening I gift myself a goodness like that of red on a rose. I build a fire stack complete with tinder underneath, so upon rising in the morning, I need only strike a match and the divine gift of fire enters our home. I keep it going for a couple of hours, driving off the fall chill from our home, and then bank it up and by noon it is out. It is a present that I hold like a two-page love note, waiting quietly in my thoughts until it is opened to warm my lover, my heart, my soul, and my ageing cold body.
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