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Let It Go

Yesterday I went out back to get the fire pit ready. Stacked all the branches that have fallen in recent storms. Placed all the twigs in the pattern that I have found conducive to starting the fire. Gathered all the dried things and pushed them below the brush.

I have some things I need to let go. Release. I don't want them occupying space in my brain any longer. I want them gone.

And the only way I know how to do that is to burn them. And watch their ashes float away.