At the forest fringe, we collect fallen ash chunks, a winter night’s heat. Wood collection lands on the back burner until wintry winds press the importunity forward. We’re often fortunate to find charity loads of firewood piled at the back of the house, a gift from Papa Rich. He knows we’re behind and like my own father, and husband, he seems most content beyond the forest fringe.



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