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Poem: Sparks 

Two sparks approach in the high grass. The meeting
of their eyes ignites a flame. The mingling of blood
in their cut palms set off a brilliant conflagration, seen
for miles.

Their friendship scorches the earth.
–Every new adventure leaves a burning cross.
–Every new idea leaves a tree split by lightning.

For years, they climb mountains together.
They build castles, moats, and forests. They cross continents,
rivers, seas, and oceans. Then a wave comes. An unexpected
wave dowses the fire first stoked in the high grass.

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