I remember touching the coal, how that black powder felt so magical, for it brought light and warmth, it made our hearth come alive in golden flame.
The coal fire was how we stayed warm back then. The coal man brought it in hessian sacks and my father would put it to keep dry in the shed. Times move on. I'd glad about that. The coal mines were death traps, places of poor health, and the clean energy the world has developed since are a credit to our species.
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