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BY EDAN OSBORNE
The sharpening steel, a winter’s spark.
Slowly but surely, a bright flame illuminates the canopy and, as
the alchemy begins, a myriad of sparks are cast into the starry
sky.
A blaze erupts, warmth wrapping around me like a python, making me
blush and blink smoke out of my eyes.
The sun is setting, bathing the landscape in fire and emphasising
my wall of flames.
Silhouetted mysteries grow tall on the ground, stretching west
like ancient druids, blessing the new moon,
