3:24 PM (Thursday)

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Fire is cleansing to me.

Fire is burning the old and starting with new.

Fire is bright, like a torch in the dark.

I love fire, and everything it represents. Burning light in the darkness, evaporating that doubt.

Burning away the old me I painfully settled into my new skin. For who was I now?

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