In the city down the road I had a log fire almost every night; it was an essential element of light and, because of so much driftwood purloined from you, a fundamental element of context. There is no sweeter blaze.
In the city down the road I had a log fire almost every night; it was an essential element of light and, because of so much driftwood purloined from you, a fundamental element of context. There is no sweeter blaze.
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