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The campfire burning was a poetry of heat and light that graced the starlit scene.

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Burning logs in the hearth massaged the senses one by one.

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All we could do was aim the hose at the base of the fire and pray. The smoke and the flames take the attention, but the solution is always right there at the ignition point. We were afraid of course, but we loved that old house. It was time to stop the burning, to save what was still standing, something solid to preserve and build from.

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Come the nighttime came the golden glow and heat given by the burning of the fire we built together, the sounds, the smell, the taste of the air.

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The right fires aren't burning but rebirthing, passions are that way and the right soul connections too.