Alone at the campfire

Way back when I was a young buck, the campfire crackled a message to me, fueling my mind in solitary reverie. As long as there are stars, I shall never be lonely. For my ancestors twinkle their tale, painting the blackness with glittering jewelry, gems that transcend time, in which are their familial voices, keeping me company everlast…. However, as I sat there before the flames of thought, thinking about a special lady, love and loss … a song began to haunt:





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