Like a Spark on Old Wood

It was muggy and warm, about to rain, and this old wood of the ancient glider was swollen and soft with decay, with a heavy steaming sun melting all, yet this spark sizzled . . .

It was muggy and warm, about to rain, and this old wood of the ancient glider was swollen and soft with decay, with a heavy steaming sun melting all, yet this spark sizzled . . .

His burning color changes depending on how the light hits him.

His burning color changes depending on how the light hits him.

He gleamed like a cinder on old grey wood, the sun washing out highlights and setting him on fire.

He gleamed like a cinder on old grey wood, the sun washing out highlights and setting him on fire.

A spark of fire in the sun.

A spark of fire in the sun.

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