Than from an open fire, from harvested hardwood trees from your own property. Split by hand. While setting under an inclosed 24x24 hip roof (much better than a gay pergola that some people still don’t have).
Smelling all of the Vanilla and deep chocolate aroma from the wood. While it has a deep, yet slow flame slowly rolling all of its essence into one’s nose?
Maybe even a very slight musk smell, that reminds of the sweat that created this heaven. Slight drizzle November rain in southern ish Indiana tapping on the tin roof.
What a perfect stage set, for a total Trump, and good people, landslide on this nov Election Day.
Thank the lord, that it will only take blue states, another 37 days, to count the votes that they’ve had for nearly a month now.
Never allow efficiency to get in the way of illegitimacy, when you need it. Whoa, there’s a hint of maple that nearly sticks to one’s tongue as you breathe in heaven.
