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I’ve been called a fire witch. For when the fire burns it rages once I light it. Captivated by the burning flames, its warm, deadly, and beautiful. Watching it dance to its own music. The cracking and popping is a sweet lullaby to which lulls me to my bed. Only not just yet as I watch the flames slowly die down. I wait to see my bright light go out, leaving the room colder and wanting.

(I took this photo with my IPhone)