Fire.

We cherish it, holding it in our palms, thralled by the light.  It flickers in the night, red, orange, yellow, hot and blazing. It’s summer’s weapon, destroying the land.  It’s winter’s triumph, withering under the harsh cold season.  It’s tameable, uncontainable—it’s fire, the image of hell.  Yet we are enchanted by this savage beauty.

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