All things must burn

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 date = "2018-01-01T00:00:00Z"
 title = "Burn fierce, burn bright"
 
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 Pink like petals on the most delicate of roses, wafer thin and dancing to the breeze. The flame of love.
 
-Crimson, Electric blue, Clear, White, Yellow, Cherry red, Blood red, Pink.
+<span style="color: #700F00;">Crimson</span>, <span style="color: #7DD2DF">electric blue</span>, <span style="color: #00000000;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0.8px;
+-webkit-text-stroke-color: white;">clear</span>, white, <span style="color: yellow">yellow</span>, <span style="color: #CD001A">cherry red</span>, <span style="color: #7D221D">blood red</span>, <span style="color: pink;">pink</span>.
 
 These are the flames.
 

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 title =	"Chasing Her, Blinkered"
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+tags = ["fire"]
+date = "2021-12-15T00:19:00.000Z"
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+title = "Newflame"
+description = "What happens when you walk into the fire?"
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+Forget not who [you are](/post/2018/10/you-are/), my darling.[^1]
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+[Burn fierce, burn bright](/post/2018/01/burn-fierce-burn-bright/). Above all, burn as you are and *as you will to be*.
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+What colour is a person's fire, you ask? It depends.
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+This particular consuming conflagration I think is like molten snow. Liquid heat infused into ice. A delicious contradiction that burns bright despite all reason and rule.
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+> [You are magic, don't **ever** apologise for the fire in you](https://www.instagram.com/p/CUkUCyRomqL/)
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+Burnt into the flame of hope, that piercing roaring whiteness, dancing gleeful at its core is another flame. This flame is red.
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+Not the cherry red of strength, though this scintillating plasma burns with fierce strength.
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+Not the blood red of life, though this flame is powerfully enlivened with desire to live.
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+The particular red that spins and burns within this flame of hope is that of endless passion, a full and encompassing crimson.
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+As you watch this incendiary union, the two contrasting flames -- red against white, white against red like a bloodied game of chess, [dueling like lovers hearts](https://medium.com/the-scene-heard/meeting-my-match-26d32f62043a) -- fuse and amalgamate.
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+Duly, a *new* colour is formed from eating up both flames. Octarine. The eighth colour of the rainbow. The colour of magic.[^3] Indescribable. Fluorescent. Fierce.
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+In its sublime new colour, the flame grows. And grows. A spark begets an inferno, sooner or later. This flicker is magical, to boot.
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+You walk into the flame, though you strangely do not fear being burned.
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+What happens when you walk into the fire, unafraid?
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+[^1]: Yes, *you*. The one reading this. You have beautiful all over your face, too.
+[^3]: GNU STP