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curling iron forge
masked motives incinerate
reach new thoughts, higher

This was my evening, days ago. I burned every stick and autumn leaf along with left over wood from long-ago projects, saved for years in the garage, for those just-in-case chances we needed a piece of 2×4. Indiana is soon to be in my rear-view mirror. Friends will be left behind. I hope Boston treats me well.

14 thoughts on “obsession

      1. πŸ˜„ oh! i accept and need those β˜€οΈ vibes! Winter ❄️ is hanging on with all it’s might (expecting flurries today) after 70’s this past weekend. And especially that this house sells so we can plan our future home. πŸ•Šβ€οΈπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆ

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