On starting over:
I am on the edge of jack pining, burning the past to start anew. Torching the job, the significant other, even vacating the land I love.
It’s been building for quite a while, years even. This wood has been stricken by drought, aging and drying waiting for the spark. I only hope that the seeds are ripe and the ashes that remain are a fertile bed for germination.
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