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	<title>Comments on: Fire</title>
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	<description>small bites to think talk &#038; walk</description>
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		<title>By: Natalie Shell</title>
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		<dc:creator>Natalie Shell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 17:01:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I re-read this poem today when taking a break from work, a forced reflection break. 

I am suddenly thinking that this may be part of the magic dialogue that occurs sitting around a camp fire in the circle. 

There is the circle, and their is a visual representation of what Martin Buber terms 'the sphere of the between': heat waves, fire, sparks and also, the necessary space that lives and breathes between. 

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