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Firespell Fingers of heat dancing discreet in a white hot nest of charcoal and wood flaunting it's radiant splendor curling, grasping, begging and challenging all who dare to tease this living life that seems to cast a hypnotic spell on all the thieves who seek her heat for the purposes of breaking the damp caressing coolness of this lake side camp. |
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