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We spend the whole summer at a campground in Maine and love to make fires at night. This page shows the simplicity of our lives and how it takes very little to make us happy. The journaling reads:
You build a fire
no paper scraps and kindling, though
split logs
drenched in charcoal lighter fluid
a click of the Cricket
instantaneous inferno
flames paint our faces
Your hand reaches for mine
I reach for yours.
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