Barefoot, the ground cold but soothing, relaxing, ending.

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The macabre ascend from vanilla and pool in crimson.

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  The sizzle and pop of the embers on a torch The first star that blinks in the horizon One exhale of strength, the flames lick higher Revolution of will in the world and the stars shine high     Photo: Campfire Under the Stars Aaron Spong

I looked and saw the picture of the sad puppy
that too reminded me of her eyes

the ones in their own space
the ones who lack grace