yesterday, my father, brother and i had a giant fire near the back of our property. all of remnants of hard work over the past few months - raked leaves, spiraling branches, thick blackberry bush - all of winter's carnage - set on fire.
after five hours of work, we huddled. overturned flower pots, dry mounds of dirt, crouching, we sat and watched the bed of ashes. pulsing glow. my limbs felt satisfied. scratched adorned my arms where the branches or thorns tried to avenge their fate.
i felt so far removed from real life. from civilization. the fire, one of the most ancient rituals. it has old power. i felt dirty, swollen and happy.
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