Fire
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Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Where do they come from? They come out of the night… Where do they go to? Back to the night they return… They dance in the dark to pipe and drum and fiddle They dance in the dark with fire and brandished flame… No-one knows who they…
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That morning was cold. It was so cold it woke me from a sound, dreamless sleep. The fire in the stove had burned down to ash and was close to being out. I needed to put more wood on the fire. It was four A.M. and time to get up anyway. Dawn was less than
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