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Goddess of Fire

Her power was the burn; she loved doing it. She could snap and crackle an entire forest in minutes. Engulfed, helpless, startled into submission. She loved welding her sword of flames. No forests? No worries. She could self combust. Shooting her red, orange, and blue flames into the air. The others stayed away, fearful of her strength and her temper. She was an inferno now, loving her power to burn.

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Date: 1/24/2022 4:14:00 PM
Wow, I must stay away from her, because I, too, am fascinated by fire. Mostly, I just stare into my fireplace and find images in the gas flames!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/25/2022 1:13:00 AM
I am a pyromaniac, and can watch flames shoot up into a kitchen curtain and stand fascinated. I have experiences that prove it.
Date: 1/24/2022 2:43:00 PM
I could feel the power of fire as I read this, Caren. Then comes the power of rain. The power of nature is incredible. I hope all is well with you and yours, Caren. Take care. Shirley
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/25/2022 1:14:00 AM
It is Shirley. I hope your family is well and you are safe.