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The bonfire warms me at first, but swiftly turns from nurturing and loving 
to raging, and venomously hungry.  She is giving off a vicious, angry vibe in seconds.
From gentle to formidable.  I watch her moods change as swiftly as her colors.
She makes loud, popping, cracking noises.  I watch boxes implode into her, she smiles, feeling her power.
I move my chair back a bit, as her heat is reaching farther with each pop and crack.
She changes her clothing rapidly; from orange to black, to grey, to orange-black, and grey again.
I pile on extra wood and cardboard, and her seductive dance begins anew.   She is swaying and 
sashaying with the pops and the cracks.  She dances high now, leaping, popping. I feed her another branch.
Her thickest logs are starting to smoke on the ends. This surprises me, I did not think she could develop
so quickly.
Fire always surprises me.  Never the same, always her own unique dances.
She is falling into herself now, quiet-like and docile. Her raging appears to be over.
She is settling into her gray basement.
I throw a few pieces of cardboard on her, and she darts forth like a rocket, with pure joy, bright orange.
The dance begins again.
My pyromania heart is satisfied at last when we see her creeping stealthily out of her confined fire pit, sneaking toward a pile of leaves, understanding her intention to set the entire forest ablaze.
My thinking brain goes after her with a rake, before my pyromania heart realizes what has happened.
Because pyro loves fire.

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