Poetry, Memories, Woodsmoke
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Driving thru cold darkness
Black cloud overtakes starry sky.
Smell of wood smoke.
Memories of childhood overwhelm.
Evenings round wood fire
Comfortable, secure.
Parents still young, alive.
Life evolves.
Children, now parents,
Struggle to provide family memories
In a tumultuous world.
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