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Evening Fire

Flames flicker under the starlit sky,

The quaking aspen dances in the light.

A late summer chill fills the air,

but the fire works to keep us warm.

Entranced by the display

time passes by until it is late.

Blankets and jackets wrapped around,

the fire dies down.

Time to seek shelter inside.

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