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The Fire In Love
J. Conrad Guest
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Love is not like a forest fire that burns intensely,
hotly and out of control for a brief moment until,
its expendable fuel spent, it sputters,
seeking in vain for something else to consume,
to sustain itself before, finally, it dies:
cold, black ash the only evidence of its passing.
Love is, instead, a campfire.
It provides ample warmth and comfort
to those who sit around it.
And although its flames may at times wane,
a well-tended campfire's embers can be nurtured and fanned
until the flames once again dance brightly and cheerfully,
providing comfort to those who care enough
to cherish the gentle warmth it ministers.
From My Novel: January's Paradigm
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