How can one describe the beautiful intricacy of smoke taking flight from the glowing orange-red ember at the end of the young girls’ magic-wand campfire sticks as they trace their names in the sky?
Words could speak of the transparent twining vines of hot ghostly calligraphy swirling into accidental Celtic knots which lift and twist on warm updrafts and glide on the subtlest of chance breezes.
Paint could say something like this :
But I think Noam Chomsky, and most likely Picasso and Shakespeare, and perhaps even Smokey the Bear would agree the best medium for the job is matches.
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Love it, Kev!
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Wow. Beautifully said.