One Hundred Sixteen

The smell of a burning hardwood log and the dancing flames that produce that smell are intoxicating. They can put me in a trance and take me far away from the things that I might burn in lieu of the log if I could.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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