dark nights
warm fire
bright stars
I don't think there is anything better than sitting around a campfire. The sharp crackle of the fire burning, the smell of the swirling smoke that lingers long after the last embers have gone cold, roasting the perfect marshmallow, telling stories, laughing until your sides ache.
And don't worry, Ashlyn...what happens around the campfire stays around the campfire. :)
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