“Kindling a Morning Fire”

“Snapshot Saturday”

Blowing on an ember in a tinder nest.
With a fresh wild gobbler hung on the ridge pole, camp chores turned to kindling a morning fire. Old Northwest Territory, east of the River Raisin, in the Year of our Lord, 1796…or two personas ago, before long gray hair, and spiced with a few not-so-period-correct anomalies…

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