!Backyard fire pit
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agk's phlog 
27 Feb 2021 @ 2350
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written on x61 
smelling like smoke
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"Some people die in a firey crash," he sang. 

He sounded like John Prine or Tyler Childers 
-- mostly like himself I guess, all husky 
whisper, humility, wry smile.

Tyler got sober in November. We're proud.
I put a log on the fire. Smoke thanked me.

Jordan's coworker in the PCR test processing 
lab thinks COVID-19 is a hoax. "Belief isn't 
needed to process the tests," she said. 
"Everybody needs a job."

Conversation quieted, shifted, trailed off.

Cassie stood up, put the end of her cigar 
in the fire. Not long after, I put the end 
of mine in, too.

"I think I'd be a dwarf craftsman," she 
said. "At least that's what I wish I could
be. What about you, Anna?"

The dogs ran out to the fenceline and 
barked. We felt raindrops start to 
fall, and all laughed.