The thinking stick
Long or short, brown or white or even black.
We sit with it in our hands whilst it burns slowly with a cherry like glow.
Smoke slowly rises into the air spiralling around the warm air pockets.
The heavy scent fills the air, engulfing the oxygen as it fills the room.
You should have remembered this….
Why do you always lights joss stick and forget to open the window….
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