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Oct 18
I went to my friend, Bug’s house,
my anxiety was killing for for the first half.
while walking through the windy woods,
We decided to set up a campfire.
Soon the wood was on fire,
gradually sending small sparks
of hot ash into the air.
The cool breeze,
and the heat raging,
the burning firewood was
hypnotizing to look at.
I had fun
Atlas Moth
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Atlas Moth  16/FTM
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