so the man lit the fire.and not because it was cold.and not because of the darkness.
he felt closer to home.as if he could whisper to the leaves and the sticks, and they'd answer back, glowing.he came to the spot where his father and he had prayed together, and here he knelt and lifted up his face to the stars.
see, my servant shall prosper/he
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