I love the smell of last night’s fire.
Always.
We talked about mania. Swings. Polarity. The power of the dollar. Disparity. Friends. Bands. Sounds. Music. We told old stories and made new ones. We sat around the fire and celebrated its warmth and drank and were merry.
I love the smell of last nights fire. It’s still covering all of yesterday’s clothes.
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