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a bellows is used to fan the flames and my eyes follow the sparks as they circle into the night the small girl is staring at me and i give her a wink but she turns away a stray dog is sniffing the ground hoping for any leftover meat that may have fallen i turn my head towards laughter coming from one of the tents followed by drunken singing looking back towards the flames i realize i am alone the breeze sighing through the trees makes my eyeslids heavy and i allow myself to be embraced by sleep a happy camper.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
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a bellows is used to fan the flames and my eyes follow the sparks as they circle into the night the small girl is staring at me and i give her a wink but she turns away a stray dog is sniffing the ground hoping for any leftover meat that may have fallen i turn my head towards laughter coming from one of the tents followed by drunken singing looking back towards the flames i realize i am alone the breeze sighing through the trees makes my eyeslids heavy and i allow myself to be embraced by sleep a happy camper.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
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