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A fire burns nearby.
My nostrils taste it.
It smells controlled and not wild.
Smells of comfort,
A hearth fire.
Not a trash nor
a tyre pyre,
stinking.
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I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
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