So, weeks has gone by, leaves has fallen off, and the fiercely red sky slowly faded into black.
Okay, enough poetry.
(I am actually enjoying my new keys. *coughs* Air *coughs)
THE BONFIRE,
has been lit.
Weak.
But it's certainly there,
existing.
I just need to fan it,
pay attention to it.
Make sure the wind doesn't put it off.
And the weak,
will be strong,
sturdy,
and firm.
This is it,
I am about to catch on fire.
Watch me burn.
THE BONFIRE IS COMING.
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