A burning desire... the building up of pressure...the throbbing fever of spirit. That inner spark that can be doused to barely a flicker or fed and fueled a roaring inferno. Copper has tread the coals of both smoldering outter rims... She finds that the true art of life is in the abilty to just run with it...and don't look down.Guarding her flame she struggles...burning dangerously hot but working diligently to stay within the safe confinement of kiln... She fears she will work the fire and turn the embers until she is so overcome by the heat that she bursts open... causing an explosion of emotion to cascade down around her an onto those near her.
Still, she is cautious when she dampers the flame for if she allows herself to drop too low... if she cools too much and her embers turn to ash... she will become cold...she will no longer be able to warm herself or heat up another...
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