Burned a few things today - letters, postcards, photos, incense cones and cigarettes. Not books though, that would be sacriligious. It feels nice to have one's own cleansing bonfire. Almost wish I had more things to burn, as if the flames could wash away all my negative karma.
Makes me think of the improvised mudbrick ovens we used to make on the spot, on the bank across the stream from my grandparents'. We would stuff it full of sweet potatoes, freshly shucked corn and grill large salt and pepper prawns on the open flame near the top of the oven. Yum.
Off to burn more things. I'm not an arsonist, swear.
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