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The year breathes...

The Reaping

The Reaping

“If we burn, let the ashes speak.”

Scent Notes

Pimento igniting in smoke.

Dried fruit, dark and soft.

Tobacco leaf curling like secrets.

Saffron and clove in the hush of dusk.

Cedarwood and oak, burning low.

Vanilla, sweet as surrender.

Burn With

Dark rainy nights, rebellion stories, soft wool blankets.

Hot tea or coffee in hand, pages turning.

For

Readers who burn bright.

Those who collect relics, not just candles.

A spark can be a promise.

Before

After

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For those who would burn and rise again.

Ritual

Rebellion

Remembrance