I don’t know why the hearth is so angry

Or why the oil is popping so violently

The popping scares me I am afraid of the pain it promises

Sweet lady of the hearth what have I done to anger you so or to create in you such fear that I must be fearful of my own

Please let me know I need it well balanced in this home but he’s twisting his head around again and I wonder where he’s looking

When

I don’t know.

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