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Sidewalks As a child, I set fires on sidewalks. I would pile sticks in the center of a maze of cracks. Then, carefull of fingers, I would light matches. Blue flowered dixie cups held water to quench the flames in emergencies. I stood gaurd over tiny flames watching the play of light and shadow until the fuel began to fail. When the ashes cooled I gathered them reverntly and scattered them over lawns and creek beds. |
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