CAMPFIRE

campfire
warm, toasty s’mores
wood burning, smoke rising
faint scent of stale ash clings to skin
outdoors
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Dietrich Avatar
October 4, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Very original one. Well done.
Steele Avatar
October 4, 2025 at 8:38 PM
Thank you, Andrea. This was a fun contest.
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