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Flint and Steel
They were the flint and steel that came together and struck a spark that landed in that dismel, sodden moss of my being.
That spark found the dry moss and began to smolder. Can I grow the smolder to a flame?
I pray that I can.
That spark found the dry moss and began to smolder. Can I grow the smolder to a flame?
I pray that I can.
Published 26th Jan 2023
| Edited 9th Feb 2023
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26th Jan 2023 2:45am
Hm. I wonder if it's a metaphor of your parents and conception at first glance, but then I don't think so. Your construction paints an interesting image. The close has gravity.
