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L-r: the twig oven about to, to, and "on fire." With each stick added, "Fiery volcano, take my sacrifice!" Now I've done what I can do about fate. Winter mushrooms; oh, ah, wow, the things you find when you cut trails. On a snowy day anyone can walk on the moon. Cutting limbs is like parsing line breaks. Deer urine in the snow is the color of weak green tea, "Dear Urine-in-the-snow." Fire is highly inspirational.
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