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The warmth of the spring sun
caresses my winter chilled skin
reminding me of the cyclical revolution,
the earth beneath my feet in perpetual motion
circling a cauldron of white hot flame.
Without the spark there is no light,  no heat, no life.

The force of our seasons is simply fire.
How many cultures have worshiped here?
                            ~~Judi Van Gorder

April 27 Prompt: start a fire

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The force of our seasons is simply fire.

Wow, very nice. I can imagine exploring this idea in some depth.

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