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"Every year," Josef started. "Every year it seems like this fire is getting bigger." He paused and sticked the fire. Was this the same stick he always used? How had it not burnt down into a nub by now? "Don't you... agree.... Henry?" The fire was getting bigger. I imagined the fire would one day form a wall on this side of the creek and then a tiny fireball would leap across the water and start the process anew on the other side. Who's to say what would happen to the creek in between two walls of fire. We wouldn't be able to see it through the fire. But it would just take one side worth of a firewall to burn the tiny bridge connecting the two properties. So the fireball wouldn't be necessary. One wall would be sufficient to fuck this fucker out of my life forever. The sound of mating aardvarks grew unbearably loud and I don't think that Josef heard what I had to say about the fire. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/myspace/support