As from the distance...

[fingersweep]

As if a child had tossed into these loose flames a handful of birch twigs (gathered out of the woods at field's edge), the fall opens at once in a cheer, brightly flaring and coloring to its tips. Little by little, after the children've turned in and talk's grown quiet, it dims down to an evening glow. Stories pass from person to person. The fire

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[nightspore]

I love this. Fascinating about "deadening."