another day of pitfire and woodsmoke.

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sunday. 

i knew i needed another fire. 

one last fire.  

because this time of year, each and every fire may be the last one. 

clouds passed over. 

blue skies broke through. 

i stayed out there four hours, adding another layer to my woodsmoke perfume, 

finding more joy and serenity than i've had in a long long time. 

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life is good. 

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