Isn't it odd how that always seems to work out? There have been times when my writing was triggered by a line that popped into my head or even a photo which drew up a feeling from long ago. I remember when I was writing that piece on the fire, how surprised I was to find so much of that flammable material right here at home. It was in the furniture, the bedding, everywhere. I had no idea I was sleeping what amounted to gasoline each and every night.
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