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Fireplace

An edifice built in gray stone by careful hands that are long dead, the mortar gray from decades known, insides soot-stained from blazes red. Mantle stone broad across the top, sporting nick-knacks and curios, small nails stick out, from them will drop the stockings, come the Christmas snow. Long vents draw air the blaze will warm, then force out to heat half the house, to give respite when raging storms knock the furnace’s power out. The crackle inside beats back the gloom, this fireplace makes the whole room.

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Date: 9/27/2024 8:08:00 PM
We have a stone fireplace! It does make the room.
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David Welch
Date: 9/28/2024 8:33:00 AM
Cool.

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