Monday, April 25, 2011

Flames


The ocean waves crashed along the side of the shore.
Hard.
Loud.
The fire was to our backsides as we faced the open sea.
Too hot.
Rotate.
Turn.
The moonlight was streaming through the trees and slowly uncovering over the hill.
Orions belt was clear as day, but the stars were limited.
The conversation was light and simple, but needed.
Nothing compares to Africa, yet somehow when I went to bed, I still got the same jittery feeling inside my heart.
With a smile set firmly on my face, sleep bestowed upon me, and sweet dreams settled in the air.

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