Pure… Alone By a Fire

(While primitive camping at Belle Isle State  Park, VA)

The primitive heat of fire near your skin… there’s something pure there. The night surrounds with lightless sounds, and the need to see beyond the dark grips the skin like burrs. Curiosity is only banked by the reach of those flames. Safe, perhaps, or purely prey… the body knows to stay close to the ember glow.



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