Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Camp's Edge

I stood there, thirty feet from the camp fire, in the dark and praying I didn't get any pee on my feet. I felt, for the first time, everything and everyone I cared about was within reach, nearby. And the rest of the world, and my job, and my problems, and my life, just everything, was all miles and miles away from me. The past didn't matter here, and neither did the future. All there was, was now, the darkness, the starlight, and the laughter echoing between the trees.

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