razed raze every time i left the house, i was sure i would come back to find almost everything i loved licked by flames. i don't think that sick feeling of dread ever really went away. i just learned to bury it where i couldn't feel it kick me like a baby trying to be born. someday the home i carry with me everywhere i go will be embers and ashes. i know that. but that's a slow_burn i can live with. at least i've got time to save what matters most before the whole thing goes up in smoke. 220716 what's it to you? who go blather from