!Backyard fire pit
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agk's phlog
27 Feb 2021 @ 2350
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written on x61
smelling like smoke
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"Some people die in a firey crash," he sang.
He sounded like John Prine or Tyler Childers
-- mostly like himself I guess, all husky
whisper, humility, wry smile.
Tyler got sober in November. We're proud.
I put a log on the fire. Smoke thanked me.
Jordan's coworker in the PCR test processing
lab thinks COVID-19 is a hoax. "Belief isn't
needed to process the tests," she said.
"Everybody needs a job."
Conversation quieted, shifted, trailed off.
Cassie stood up, put the end of her cigar
in the fire. Not long after, I put the end
of mine in, too.
"I think I'd be a dwarf craftsman," she
said. "At least that's what I wish I could
be. What about you, Anna?"
The dogs ran out to the fenceline and
barked. We felt raindrops start to
fall, and all laughed.