This is Home
Far off in the distance a contrail of civilization crosses the sky.
Dusk settles into evening.
A wisp of wind cradles the creosote.
The first starlight punctures the sky with a faint shimmer.
The campfire roars to life.
I am home.
Far off in the distance a contrail of civilization crosses the sky.
Dusk settles into evening.
A wisp of wind cradles the creosote.
The first starlight punctures the sky with a faint shimmer.
The campfire roars to life.
I am home.
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