I love fireplaces. The look, the smell, the sound - I'm all in. The last time I lived in a house with a working fireplace was 2002. The tray on the coffee table has become our stand-in fireplace: a bunch of candles jammed together, but not enough to set off the smoke detector. And it smells kind of cinnamon-y so it gives the impression that there could be something delicious baking in here. (There isn't.)
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