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SOLSTICE I lit the fire early in a grate of ice fruit wood and wrist-thick old briar catching quickly and climbing in coils spreading along the ceiling of the low roofed sky. I pulled an old garden chair to its rough hearth to the spit and hiss of rose oil and the sweet fume of sawn apricot and peach sunk in a wama comer of the ...