The Good Life

January 8, 2012
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Like moths to a flame,
we gather around our entertainment for the night.
The fire we so artfully crafted,
like a whip snaps at the starry sky above.
The gentle breeze passes effortlessly through a maze of branches.
Leaves loosen from the trees,
and flutter to the ground.
A rustle in the bush,
reveals a squirrel,
scurrying to prepare for winter.
Fifteen friends relax in folding chairs,
and enjoy the ordinary night.

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