A Fire in the Stove

Bright and cold, with the wind slowly diminishing.  A cheery fire in the breezeway stove as afternoon quickly  faded into night.

Some of yesterday's wind damage. 

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The most I can do is strive toward a different kind of conscience, listen to an older and more tested wisdom, participate minimally in a sysem that debases its own sustaining environment, work toward a different future, and hope that someday all wil be pardoned. 

—Richard Nelson