Please be advised that this is a handmade product and natural variations in quality only add to its inherent charm.
Friday, April 12, 2024
ceci n’est pas un poème
after René Magritte
The destiny of this wood,
grown and shaped for fire,
is held now in the hand,
its heart a smoldering pyre,
its breath a ring of smoke,
ascending ever higher.
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