Campfire Memory

Sitting on the deck, the soft glow of rope lights slipping around the curves of their chubby thighs, while watching the moon rise slightly higher in the sky. It is silent other than the occasional crunching of the graham cracker crusts of S'mores and the snap of the fire. I pull my coat a lighter tighter in the chill breeze while sliding closer to the flames. I'm grateful to be able to relive this memory on cool evenings.

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