t on t to it t. Curiously enoug  life  bit of fire near te. You knoill day. ticks t o icks, and under t you can see into. It’s curious t a red ember looks more alive, gives you more of a feeling of life t it, a kind of intensity, a vibration—I can’t t  it lets you kno you’re alive yourself. It’s t on ture t makes you notice everything else.

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    Fart t if you didn’t knoep on it. I  ead of time on, just  t pool, for instance—all tuff t’s in it. Neer- snails, er-beetles, caddis-flies, leec you can only see ery of ter. You could spend a lifetime cen lifetimes, and still you   to t one pool. And all t of feeling of ’s t  it.

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