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it happened again
last night, the way it always happens—i slivered some tinder for the fire, then ramped it up into an ardent blaze that lit the undersides of the leaves. i warmed some food over the flames, ate it slowly and with attention. i washed out the pots and stared into the fire, watching the sparks rise and fall and finally go black against the black sky and earth. i felt the cool come in over the water on the winds. i listened to its white noise. i listened.
camping alone one star then many