It's 6 a.m. and a heavy fog shrouds the kiln shed and surrounding trees this morning. I've just finished my first cup of coffee. In a few minutes, Mary and I will smudge the kiln, and I'll light a small fire under the grates of the firebox inside the kiln. We've got a mix of pallet wood from Pakistan and a variety of firewood from a recent cut under the power lines on our property - willow, oak, pine and gum.
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