Doco has been itching to get at the burning pile. Too dry. But after a day and a night of pouring rain he could. In a few hours it has almost vanished. Whoever comes to visit exclaims on the remaining piles of kindling - old barn shakes and new-shake trimmings. "You aren't burning all that good stuff are you?" Off they go with a load, and the piles shrink. All most satisfactory.
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