My bones ache. Wounds, long-scarred, throb as if new. I long for the comfort of my pipe, and the warmth of the fire. But I cannot stop.🏁
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My bones ache. Wounds, long-scarred, throb as if new. I long for the comfort of my pipe, and the warmth of the fire. But I cannot stop.🏁