build a fire....
gathering round,
stomp your feet,
trying to get warm....
hard wind from off
the mountains.....
sunlight opens the day.
and all that was yesterday,
all the dirt and grime,
all the bruises and words fallen,
the shadows of mistakes.....
are gone!
another day....
good fire, the company of friends....
another chance to fly!
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