Campgrounds, near the Stickbug Campfire: Saturday Night
Halfway between the Seahorse and Stickbug cabins, right at the edge of the trees, was the perfect place to sit and watch the fire, without having to get close to it.
It was way too warm to get that close to a roaring fire.
Feeling mellow, Jack was sitting on a large rock, smooth and flat and big enough for two, contemplating the strange twists that life can take.
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It was way too warm to get that close to a roaring fire.
Feeling mellow, Jack was sitting on a large rock, smooth and flat and big enough for two, contemplating the strange twists that life can take.
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