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Around midday, a substantial pile of tree clippings, is set alight. It requires careful manipulation, constant monitoring, and meticulous re-arranging. Over time, the pile is reduced, to a fraction of its original size. Light rain, swirling winds, do not dampen its heat. Many hours pass, day turns to night, midnight approaches, the fire smoulders on. (continues) © Gary Dodd 2010 |
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