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User Name | Thread Name | Subject | Posted |
Mían | Mudcat Campfire - 2 (78* d) | RE: Mudcat Campfire - 2 | 08 Oct 99 |
She pulls the shawl a little more snuggly around herself and stares at the fire, watching the flames dance from the gentle wind. She listens to the others banter and sing. She searches for the flask in her pocket - yup, still there, with its liquid gold inside. Ah, autumn colors. Shockingly blue sky. Red fire. golden uisce beatha. Evergreen contentment. |