Thursday, February 2, 2017

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sk my father, the Red Firefish, to light the fire. He  is skilled in magic more than most fishes.” So they  asked him, and he stripped some pieces of bark  off a tree, and placed them on top of the smoldering  ashes. Then he knelt by the side of the fire and blew at it for a long while, till slowly the glow became  a little stronger and the edges of the bark showed signs  of curling up.

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