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017-embers.txt
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I am standing vulnerable on the edge looking over into something 
old and yet also new which feels so valuable. Priceless.

It's like gold being smelted ... occasionally embers are sent up 
over me and they burn.

Watching the gold being made into something wonderful, something 
I need, but there are waves upon waves of burning embers I have 
to allow to scorch me for fear of never seeing the final form of 
the creation if I were to back down...

I've stood in front of many fires. A lifetime of vicious flaming 
hazards. All of it has caused me pain...

But nothing hurts like you do... this realisation doesn't even 
make me want you any less...

My only concern is that the waves of embers burn me to ash before 
the thing is made. Before we are finished.

Nothing but you could do that. Nothing in this world, or the 
other one could reduce me so...

None of this peril though is going to stop me from standing here 
on the edge, forever if need be. 

Just a glimpse of you before me.

I'll burn on the pyre of possibility and hope.

I'm not afraid. 

I'm being assaulted by the fire of creation and the flames of our 
potential freedom.

I think this is how it is when I am waiting to be with you.

When I am close. 

How it has always been.

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