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Bright crimson and tangerine flames,

Quiver violently in the stone border.



Their passionate dance

Illuminates the darkness.

The radiance

Creates shadows on our faces.



The crackling of the Birch logs,

Pierces the silence around us.



We wait, so still.



And then the laughter

Echoes off the river

To be carried on the wind

Down stream

To alert others of our presence.



The Spell

Is broken.