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The campfire lit a glow in all of us that night. Between the songs and jokes, between the smiles and stories, our bonds became a kind of palpable ever-glow.

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Our campfire appeared to echo the starlight, as if the flames so close and so distant had so very much to say to one another.

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As rivers in full flow, flames made their way upward toward the stars. Only this was water that made the light in the night rather than reflecting the dayshine.

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The campfire glowed with the hearty memories of years past, inviting them to enter the present moment as bright as the sparks that leaped.

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The night brought such a silence that the crackle of the campfire was all that could be heard, a natural music in the black-duvet night. Flames sent red sparks dancing into the breeze. River sat close on a mossy log, his face toasted warm, mesmerised, relaxed. The smoke twirled heavenward charming his worries away.

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Campfire heat warmed the wintry air. Mac close, feeling the radiating warmth, holding his hands toward it and watching them glow golden.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 15, 2014*.