Flames of Freedom

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Pressure and heat and

the presence of flames

(that deadly hellish

Trinity) made her

kindling temperature

an inevitability. And oh!

the pain,

the raw ooze as fire

tattooed skin; but as she

surrendered, her fear

went up in smoke. Her

selfishness and pride

burned away, searing

suffering soul, until only

true silver remained. Now,

her light is a beacon –

infinity’s fire – a

path of illumination for

others to follow the

Flames of Freedom.

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It’s pretty cool what you can do with a burning stick at a campfire…

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Evening Embers

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Evening embers, stirred

slow and deliberate

as the fire burns low,

afterglow of warmth

.

Talk turns contemplative,

each staring into

coals of yesterday, where

memories dance in flickers

.

Carefully turning

marshmallow clouds

so they don’t

go up in flames